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From the river in the future
Sometimes I knew you were the earth, I drank
On your lips anxiety fountains
When she rises from the hot stones, and was dominated
high stone happy and the drinker.
Sometimes I told you we burned
myrtle tree of all your movements all day.
were big fires short vestal light,
So I would invent your hair from clear. All
been a great void had dried our dreams, our voices
Rouille, increased our bodies, our chains undone.
Sometimes the bed like a boat revolved free
Who wins slowly above sea
(Yves Bonnefoy, Pierre written )
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