I walk so often, late, along the streets, <br />Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread, <br />Suddenly, silently, you still might rise <br />And I would have to gaze on all your grief <br />With my own eyes, <br />While you demand your happiness, that's dead. <br />I know, you walk beyond me, every night, <br />With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress <br />And walk for money, looking miserable! <br />Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess, <br />The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight--- <br />You walk, and walk, and find no home at all. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by James Wright <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Holt<br /><br />Hermann Hesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-you-walk/
