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John Burnside
SI DIEU N’EXISTAIT PAS
SI DIEU N’EXISTAIT PAS
SI DIEU N’EXISTAIT PAS
No one invents an absence:Cadmium yellow, duckweed, the capercaillie
- see how the hand we would name restrains itself
till all our stories end in monochrome;
the path through the meadow
reaching no logical end;
nothing but colour: bedstraw and ladies’ mantle;
nothing sequential; nothing as chapter and verse.
No one invents the quiet that runs in the grass,
the summer wind, the sky, the meadowlark;
and always the gift of the world, the undecided:
first light and damson blue ad infinitum.
© 2005, John Burnside
From: Times Literary Supplement
From: Times Literary Supplement
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SI DIEU N’EXISTAIT PAS
No one invents an absence:Cadmium yellow, duckweed, the capercaillie
- see how the hand we would name restrains itself
till all our stories end in monochrome;
the path through the meadow
reaching no logical end;
nothing but colour: bedstraw and ladies’ mantle;
nothing sequential; nothing as chapter and verse.
No one invents the quiet that runs in the grass,
the summer wind, the sky, the meadowlark;
and always the gift of the world, the undecided:
first light and damson blue ad infinitum.
From: Times Literary Supplement
SI DIEU N’EXISTAIT PAS
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