Gerrit Achterberg

Snow Passage

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Since it so quietly began to snow,
new distances have awakened within me.
I would like to go to every person now
and say: I wasn't like you had thought;
Perhaps they didn't feel pity for me;
they have their own pursuits.
The darkness lessens, the trees
are turning whiter around me.
One remains there standing in the loneliness,
and desire and tears pass away, its steps
disappear in the snow, at the end of the night
awaits the white morning, showered in sunlight. —

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