she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
that the day is merciful when
it rends us asunder as if
two winds drifting
timelessly
apart
she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
that the day is merciful when
it rends us asunder as if
two winds drifting
timelessly
apart
“Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw / With ravine, shriek’d against / his creed—” - Lord Alfred Tennyson
Yes, you are a Man!
You, sir, are no beast, so
Ce n’est pas ton nom qui flotte dans les airs,
ni tes mains tremblantes comme un rayon éclair,
ni l’arbre qui pend au-dessus de ton visage,
ce n’est pas le soleil, ni les ombrages
This morning, I am looking through this window
of the second floor of this lovely little house
and inside I see this person dancing
and breathing a joyed word to the Sun.
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