Left on the beach
Full of water
A worn out boat
Reflects the white sky --
...
I am sick today,
sick in my body,
eyes wide open, silent,
...
O my young brother, I cry for you
Don't you understand you must not die!
You who were born the last of all
Command a special store of parents' love
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Not speaking of the way,
Not thinking of what comes after,
Not questioning name or fame,
...
I can give myself to her
In her dreams
Whispering her own poems
...
This autumn will end.
Nothing can last forever.
Fate controls our lives.
Fondle my breasts
...
Press my breasts,
Part the veil of mystery,
A flower blooms there,
Crimson and fragrant.
...
My lovely two-year-old Auguste,
I write this down for you:
Today, for the first time,
you struck your mother on the cheek.
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Blach hair
Tangled in a thousand strands.
Tangled my hair and
Tangled my tangled memories
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May is a fancy month, a flower month,
The month of buds, the month of scents, the month of colors,
The month of poplars, marrons, plantanes,
Azaleas, tree peonies, wisteria, redbud,
...