LIKE A BOAT IN THE FINE WIND Poem by Jon Fosse

LIKE A BOAT IN THE FINE WIND



you and I
you and the moon
you and the wind
you
and the stars
perhaps
in front of all the stench
of corpses
rotting
in their confined soil
the others, like myself
or who burn
in their hopeless hope
(without pain, yes of course)

yes like a boat in the fine wind

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