Poem Hunter
(4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic)


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

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Comments (5)

Wonderdul poems
tremendous, climax
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