© by
Yves Bonnefoy (1923 - 2016)
Yesterday, the unendable
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Our life, these paths
which summon us
into the coolness of meadows
where water glistens.
We see some of them wandering
at the tops of the trees,
just as, in our sleep, the dream searches
for its alternate land.
They go on; their hands are full
of a golden dust.
They open their hands
and night falls.
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- a text in French (Français) by Yves Bonnefoy (1923 - 2016), copyright ©
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