Anarchistbanjo's World

I am so young. I like every sound,
That surprises me, gives me shivers,
And turns me willingly with the force
Of the dear wind; how my longing wants
To follow the winding path to the garden.
And I will boast of every piece of armor,
As long as I feel, how my chest expands.
Then will be the time, to turn armor into kindling,
When out of the morning coolness of these coasts,
The day leads me into the land.

-Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Joe Bandel