Looking out on the Pacific
from a rocky basin.
Oh sad, so very sad.
Far from town. And,
there is again the wind.
Making you weep!
This resembles what.
And what does God resemble?
The look of a blind man.
A look all around
not here or elsewhere.
Ignoring the whole world.
Before having created you
a look in the crowd.
Jessamyn, nothing more.
High up these heights,
from these rocks the eye
weighing the Pacific. And.
—Translated from the French by Paul Vangelisti
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