8 November 1913

The sun fills my room,
Yellow dust drifts aslant.
I wake up and remember:
This is your saint's day.
 
That's why even the snow
Outside my window is warm,
Why I, sleepless, have slept
Like a communicant.

8 November 1913

 

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