Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Monday, 26 March 2012

It's night be the flame
And the red that colors the clouds
Good day sir Good evening madam
You don't look your age
What does it matter if your embraces
Make the twin stars bleed
What does it matter if your face is painted
if hoarfrost glitters on the branches
Of granite or marble
Your age will show
And the shade of the great trees
will walk on your graves.
Robert Desnos, translated by Amy Levin

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