Who is it Who walks under the trees of the quay Who is quite lost Who is past saving Over whose grave does the grass grow Dreams have arrived upstream they came. They came they climb up the walls of the quay on a ladder. One stops makes conversation with them they know a number of things but what they dont know is where they come from. It is quite warm this autumn evening. They turn toward the river and raise their arms. Why do you raise your amrs instead of clasping us in them