English poem
My End
by Alfred Lichtenstein (1889–1914)
Half hands hold my fate. Where will it sink... My steps are tiny, like those of a woman. One evening lay waste all dreams. Sleep does not come to me—
Versos English Alfred Lichtenstein My End
Versos English Alfred Lichtenstein My End
English poem
by Alfred Lichtenstein (1889–1914)
Half hands hold my fate. Where will it sink... My steps are tiny, like those of a woman. One evening lay waste all dreams. Sleep does not come to me—