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Poem

Michel Deguy

Tale

One evening as we were wearing a single belt
You whispered a tale in my ear of snow
        And said I’m moved
And we had already stridden over several wide intervals
Made of arches of absence wider than those at Avignon
And came back to ourselves by rising fords

Conte

Conte

Un soir où nous avions mis une seule ceinture
Tu me chuchotais un conte à l’oreille de neige
        Et me disais je suis émue
Et nous avions enjambé déjà plusieurs grands intervalles
Fait des arches d’absence plus grandes que celles d’Avignon
Et sommes revenus à nous par des gués en crue
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Tale

One evening as we were wearing a single belt
You whispered a tale in my ear of snow
        And said I’m moved
And we had already stridden over several wide intervals
Made of arches of absence wider than those at Avignon
And came back to ourselves by rising fords

Tale

One evening as we were wearing a single belt
You whispered a tale in my ear of snow
        And said I’m moved
And we had already stridden over several wide intervals
Made of arches of absence wider than those at Avignon
And came back to ourselves by rising fords
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