After a spent day, I
walked back in a fever.
The whole way home
the sun touched my cheeks.

The blissful evening glow
spread across the meadows
and I called this light
the blood I shed.

My hot burning blood lay
consoling the entire world.
So I walked with pride--
Now that all was tilled.

I didn't know what was happening,
I leaned against a fence post,
in my blood that covered
the meadows near and far.

Robert Walser

Mots clés home sun light blood closing-time consoling

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