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The Broken Vase (trans. of Sully Prudhomme)
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A fan's light tap
Was enough to chip
This flower vase
In which the roses
Now are dying.
No sound it made
But a hairline crack
Day after day
Almost unseen
Crept slowly round the glass
And dropp by dropp
The water trickled out
While the vital sap
In the roses' stems
Grew dry.
Now no-one doubts:
"Don't touch", they say,
"It's broken".
Often, too, the hand one loves
May lightly brush against the heart
And bruise it.
Slowly then across that heart
A hidden crack will spread
And love's fair flower perish.
Pete Crowther
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Monday, October 25, 2004 |
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Monday, October 25, 2004 |
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