„How small life is here
and how big nothingness.
The sky, tired of light,
has given everything to the snow.

The two trees bow
their heads to each other.
Clouds cross the world’s
silence in a circle dance“

Zdroj: Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser

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