Stray Dog

Before my feet — on the ground — as far as my eyes can see, dreadful bruise-colored shapes writhe together: alien to the images in my mind the dreadful shapes stir — alien to everything. I am alone in the street at night, something stronger than me makes me tremble. The darkness seems absolute: darkness! I am alone in the street at night: I tremble, I moan. The light of a room’s lamp from a window, from the building by the street, for a moment, shines out: in the ray of human light, I trace the shapes: I come to a plane tree beside a maple tree beside a stream of water ...