Billy Childish, Robert Walser Lying Dead in the Snow, 2008
It’ s snowing, snowing, covers the earth all round
with a heavy mound, so wide, so wide.
So sorely it staggers down from the sky
this whirl all away, the snow, the snow.
This gives you, oh, an enlargement, a rest,
this world by whiteness oppressed makes me weak.
So small at first, then great, my yearning
turns to hot tears that invade me, burning.
in which he lived for the last two-and-a-half decades of his life.