Klara Zhao
At the Station
A laugh into the silence, a step into the stillness, and a single breath seems to make the station tremble.
En Attendant
So sit on the roof and watch remotely
The wind that makes the spires dance there, slowly
The Sheldonian
That is the beauty of the concert. Music threading its way in and out of the thoughts of a hundred vague spirits in the audience.
Unterwegs
So let us meet at the station, then,
and what happens after we can decide again
We are a backwards people
The sun revolves around the Earth which revolves around our moon and the twinkling little stars.
Wandering Walser
Walser died in the same style in which he wrote: he went on a lonely walk and never came back.
