Bernard Dewulf Biography

The dead assembled today
They came and moaned up to my head.
My son gave his words to everything,
my wife was lying, sleeping as a grave.
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She would almost have been old now,
a tangible woman
with worn out fingers.
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We had drunk. The whole cup at once.
So that in the everyday rush of bodies
our bodies shone. We had
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It is an afternoon in an ordinary week,
a century is ending outside.
In the ether of the first house
Your sleep is murmuring in an electric ear.
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Time is through with us.
Not later than tonight it will drive me to the dawn
of another country. The new morning will wake me up
at an incomprehensible window.
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