![]() ![]() ![]() I leave this document in the custody of the library with instructions that it should be delivered to you when next you are at your desk. ![]() I feel her eyes on me and with hope and dread I turn, but find I'm all alone! I walk through the city in the dark and think I hear her footsteps and I find that I'm holding out my hand - but she offered me her hand once, and I doubt she'll offer it again. Ten days have passed and all the while I have been thinking only of my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault! I do not sleep. I can bear that well enough, since I never deserved your regard - but I am afraid for you, because beyond the threshold only one light shines, and it's far more dreadful than the dark. But now my pen is dry, the door is open, and something's waiting there that will turn what small regard you have for me to ruins. Many times you said to me: 'Josef, what are you writing? What have you been doing all this time?' My friend, I would not tell you, because I have been the watchman at the door. How deeply I regret that I must put this document in your hands, and so make you the witness to what I have done! C/o The National Library of the Czech Republic ![]()
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