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 (1)

GreaT poem...keep it up... **kOnI**