Report, if you have a problem with this page“ You do see me crossing the meadowstiff and dead from the mist?I long for that home,that home I've never had,and without any hopethat I'll ever be able to reach it.For such a home, never touched,I carry that longing that willnever die, like that meadow diesstiff and dead from the mist.You do see me crossing it, full of dread? ”
Robert Walser
From : Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser
