I'm afraid to go out with you.
You do not meet the terrible.
I began to wonder around,
All caught on print.
Walking down the street shadows,
I do not understand - live, or sleep.
Clinging to the church steps,
I'm afraid to look back.
Put his hands on my shoulders,
But I do not remember names.
His ears heard sounds
Recent large funeral.
A low gloomy sky -
Covered and most temple.
I know: Are you here. you close.
You are not here. Are you there.
5 November 1902
