Orpheus V

Erect no monument. Just let the roses
blossom every year as his reward.
For that is Orpheus. His metamorphoses
to this and that. We shouldn't strive too hard
to find another name. Once and for all
it's Orpheus if there's song. He comes and goes
Isn't it enough that sometimes he'll
survive a few days longer than a rose?

And though he also worries at his passing,
he has to fade, for you to understand!
For when his world expands beyond existence,

he is already, where you can't go with him.
The lyre's bars do not constrain his hands.
And he obeys the best, when he's trespassing

-- Rilke