Music

Take me by the hand;
it's so easy for you, Angel,
for you are the road
even while being immobile.

You see, I'm scared no one
here will look for me again;
I couldn't make use of
whatever was given,

so they abandoned me.
At first the solitude
charmed me like a prelude,
but so much music wounded me.


Translated by A. Poulin

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Comments (5)

tremendous, climax
the understanding of music evokes such passion as is expressed in this beautiful piece.
So much power and intensity reign in his lines. Again magnificent darkness.
Wonderfully conceived beautiful poem.
I like the way you approached this topic of music, well done