Eyes blank, at the
empty center of my face,
I set out to follow the
stream through the vale.
Flowing slowly, that
dull hermit failed to intrude
On the formlessness
through which I journeyed.
From the angle of a
ruined wall scorched by fire
Two wild briars full of
gentle inflexible will
Plunged suddenly into
the grey water.
They seemed like a
communion of vanished beings
At the moment of
proclaiming themselves again.
The hoarse blush of a
rose striking the water
Reawakened the first
face of the sky
With an ecstatic
questioning,
Woke the earth in the
midst of loving words,
Thrust me into the
future like a famished and feverish tool.
Further on the Epte
woods followed a further bend.
But I did not have to
traverse them, the dear seed-store of increase!
I breathed, on the heel
of a half-turn, the musk of meadows
Into which some
creature merges.
I heard the gliding of
a timid snake;
I felt – don’t think
harshly of me – I was fulfilling all your wishes.
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