Love Song

How can I keep my soul in me, so that

it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise

it high enough, past you, to other things?

I would like to shelter it, among remote

lost objects, in some dark and silent place

that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you,

takes us together like a violin’s bow,

which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.

Upon what instrument are we two spanned?

And what musician holds us in his hand?

Oh sweetest song.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Poetry

amymillios View All →

Photog. Writer. Feminist. Anglophile. Bibliophile. AS Warrior.
Lover of dark chocolate, tea, music, and travel.

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