Rose de lumière un mur qui s'effrite
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Rose de lumière, un mur qui s'effrite, --
mais, sur la pente de la colline
cette fêlure qui, haute hésite
dans son geste de Proserpine.
Beaucoup d’ombre entre sans doute
dans la sève de cette vigne ;
et ce trop de clarté qui trépigne
au-dessus d’elle, trompe la route.
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- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] , Ivo Zandhuis
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Rose of light, a crumbling wall,
but, on the slope of the hill,
that crack which, up high,
hesitates in its Persephonean gesture.
Doubtless much shade makes its way
into the sap of that vineyard,
and the surfeit of light that beats down
upon it deceives the path.