Friday, October 30, 2009

Poem

This scythe that cuts
Its swath through space

Of unremitting air, see it
Does not stop its wishing

To hesitate there.
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2 comments:

  1. awynOctober 30, 2009 at 2:46 PM

    une autre pierre precieuse!

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  2. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)October 30, 2009 at 10:38 PM

    Oui, mais

    Si j'ai du gout, ce n'est gueres
    Que pour la terre et les pierres.

    --Arthur Rimbaud

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