Tuesday, June 26, 2018

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We'd say
the big dark woods
and shiver.

Nothing
at the opaque hour
but creaking branches,
overheated reesin.

The eye grown wide
searches for a firefly,
the support of a thougt.

But by neonlight
fir trees amble.
Night no longer terrifies,
nor does the oger.

For
kids are killers.

Transl. Judy Cochran and Anne-Marie Glasheen
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Rose-Marie François
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