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
So much power and intensity reign in his lines. Again magnificent darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderdul poems