20
the seasons of the clock the
strawberry the velvety animals and the cradle
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the nebulous clock rises in vapor
the faces of earth lose their vagueness
the roads take form
the jewelry of mollusks sinks
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not far from the twin diamonds
where the path ends
close to a blue strawberry
i heard gentleness breathe
i heard the sap sigh
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a forest of light
is cradled in a forest of darkness
velvety animals
busy themselves around a spring
the spring is furious
though it seems strange
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a breath comes looking for me
groping like a blind man with his cane
it persists in searching for me
a somber heaviness clothes me
i would like to sleep in a cradle of earth
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basel 1944 from “siege de Vair”