Poem
Claude Esteban
A tree
A tree and then a tree and thenthe cold
I don’t want that blind one
to guide me anymore
how alone one is
when one has been walking from the outset
a tree and then
not even a tree, remote
others I loved, are far,
they are far.
© Translation: 2000, John Montague
Un arbre…
Un arbre…
Un arbre et puis un arbre et puisle froid
je ne veux plus que cet aveugle
me guide
comme on est seul
quand on marche depuis toujours
un arbre et puis
pas même un arbre, une distance
d’autres, je les aimais,
sont loin.
From: Sur la dernière lande
Publisher: Gallimard, Paris
Publisher: Gallimard, Paris
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A tree
A tree and then a tree and thenthe cold
I don’t want that blind one
to guide me anymore
how alone one is
when one has been walking from the outset
a tree and then
not even a tree, remote
others I loved, are far,
they are far.
© 2000, John Montague
From: Sur la dernière lande
From: Sur la dernière lande
A tree
A tree and then a tree and thenthe cold
I don’t want that blind one
to guide me anymore
how alone one is
when one has been walking from the outset
a tree and then
not even a tree, remote
others I loved, are far,
they are far.
© 2000, John Montague
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