LOVE SONG
How shall I keep my soul from touching yours? How shall I lift it up beyond you to other things? Ah, I would gladly hide it in darkness with something lost in some silent foreign place that doesn’t tremble when your deeps stir. Yet whatever touches you and me blends us together the way a bow’s stroke draws one voice from two strings. Across what instrument are we stretched taut? And what player holds us in his hand?O sweet song. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
source : “The Poetry of Rilke” by Rainer Maria Rilke. ( on Scribd )