Wednesday, May 30, 2018

ONE GAVE ONESELF TIME Comments

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One gave oneself time, one
lost oneself, one followed

the sun, one fell asleep so often
on a bed of straw,

and now, how fresh is
the memory of wind

one might say that the rain hissed
a long silence

and it was as if in the evening
gods were born

but so small
that the birds pecked them like grain.
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Claude Esteban
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