Georges Duhamel Poems

YOU cannot gather up my look, which flows
Towards the earth, and which you seek in vain;
Friend, let it weigh down, and yourself be silent,
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O HAPPY feelings coming from outside,
You have so deeply driven into my soul,
You give me the illusion
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THIS water hardly keeps a memory of its sources.
In arteries of cement
It has glided dizzy courses
Towards this city which will be its ocean.
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