Take me by the hand; <br />it's so easy for you, Angel, <br />for you are the road <br />even while being immobile. <br /> <br />You see, I'm scared no one <br />here will look for me again; <br />I couldn't make use of <br />whatever was given, <br /> <br />so they abandoned me. <br />At first the solitude <br />charmed me like a prelude, <br />but so much music wounded me. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by A. Poulin<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-4/
