Winter Sun Poem by Michael Wooff

On walls that inside, outside throng,
I know it will not last for long,
burn golden rays of sunshine.
The day has just uplifted
what on the earth lay drifted,
what night and fog once was.
Noises comfort while we rest,
Rubbing hands and stretching chest,
blessed rays of sunshine.
I too have now forgot
what on me long did squat,
what pain and weight once was.

[Robert Walser (1878-1956) - Translated from German by Michael Wooff[