In the Fog

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Strange to walk in the fog!
Every bush and stone is lonely,
no tree can see the other,
each one is alone.

The world was full of friends
when my life was still light;
now that the fog is falling,
no one is visible anymore.

Truly, no one is wise
who does not know the darkness
that quietly and inescapably
separates him from everything.

Strange to walk in the fog!
Life is loneliness.
No person knows the other,
each one is alone.

 

November 1905

 

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