Tuesday, July 10, 2007

I Know, You Walk-- by Hermann Hesse

I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes,
While you demand your happiness, that's dead.
I know, you walk beyond me, every night,
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess,
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight---
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all.

7 comments:

*ItkUpiLLi* said...

sooo sad...though beautiful poem...tooo sad...

Rob said...

i like , i walk a lot, its my meditation, i have a car but i go everywhere walking.

*ItkUpiLLi* said...

You only take Lulu for drive? :)

Rob said...

yes lulu likes to eat breakfast with me , she likes tacos, from deltaco , everymorning 600 am.she likes to stick her head out the window of my car when i drive, i think it feels to her like she is running really fast. :)

*ItkUpiLLi* said...

LOL

Enemy of the Republic said...

Both of you, I love your new icons!

Rob said...

thank you. its all kirsi, so very talented and sweet she is.