Morning and evening come and there are names

Around me, sunlight and evening come and go,

And there are words.

Walls are the same always, only shadows

Change.

The air sometimes is cool like water

To taste, cool to breathe at the window.

Bells ring the hours.

Dreams can be sad, dreams are far sadder

Than any daylight ill.

I have awakened

Dumb with grief, heavy with woe unbearable,

An remembered the room, and slept again.

I have been taken by music,

I have surrendered, listening to music,

And after, have returned to the street with people

Who heard like me, who were swept with banners also.

Nevertheless they will not speak of it

No one will understand the names I have

For this, no one will say my words

After me, naming these things..