I can only add that I meet Comments

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I can only add that I meet
on the large street every morning
the poplars, and one by one
they slowly leaf and at the same time make time,
every day they too change,
I detect them in brighter green
(I would stop, look at them one by one)
and when I return, every day, the other way,
I lose them - and think: they pass.

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They rotate around the walnut-tree the five houses,
the sweet ploughed land, the high level road.
also the big clouds and the stone wall
sweetly rotate around the walnut-tree.
and the person who stops to purchase some white flowers
under the tent at the joining of the campers vans
rotates around the walnut-tree and does not realize it.
He comes to meet me, calculating the meter
of my step, the curve of the gaze
outside me, the walnut-tree rotating round.

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This morning the season stands.
Buds, grass, pungent air.
Numbers on the slanted screen at the bridge.

In the most unreachable here-before
the season: in the touching
the hands stay open
to the air - it stands in the thought,
if the thoughts disappears at its standing.
Out of season returns such a time.

A bite returns that does not leave a mark.
When little I felt as a way to hurt
Not being a dog, a robin.

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The body becomes shape of time
In my mind, the factory of kitchens,
The frost in the ditch, the frozen light

Slowly reunited a different gaze,
A child comes and runs to me,
The old sick with the present come,

My parents when young come,
The dead who always accompany me.
Especially following the waters,

Especially when the cold reeks of
Incense and wood, the dense breath
of kitchens on Christmas Eve.

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The word forever does not mean the same
tomorrow,
or that this day repeats its light
of revelation -
I say forever and it means the color
of this day has infiltrated the days
all my days,
it found itself, in the past, and in this light,
which has known it,
has gathered the thoughts.
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