Longing for Home

“You do see me crossing the meadow

stiff and dead from the mist?

I long for that home,

that home I've never had,

and without any hope

that I'll ever be able to reach it.

For such a home, never touched,

I carry that longing that will

never die, like that meadow dies

stiff and dead from the mist.

You do see me crossing it, full of dread?”

― Robert Walser, Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser ©www.ludwigriml.com

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