20 
the seasons of the clock the 
strawberry the velvety animals and the cradle 
• 
the nebulous clock rises in vapor 
the faces of earth lose their vagueness 
the roads take form 
the jewelry of mollusks sinks 
• 
not far from the twin diamonds 
where the path ends 
close to a blue strawberry 
i heard gentleness breathe 
i heard the sap sigh 
• 
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 
• 
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 
• 
basel 1944 from “siege de Vair”