
Café Terrace at Night
1888
Oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo
The city is silent
I walk up and down
This place seems abandoned
No movement, no sound.
Tall houses of bricks
Stand up from the ground
The street lights are cold,
No movement, no sound.
Two brothers in arms,
A bum and a hound,
Sleep down on the pavement
No movement, no sound.
A worker emerges
And throws them a pound,
The poor stand together,
No movement, no sound.
And me? Why I’m here?
And what have I found?
The world is the same,
No movement, no sound.