Rainer Maria Rilke (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