On Death's Road (Trans. Of Henri Michaux)

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On Death’s road,
My mother met a great ice barrier;
She wished to speak,
It was too late,
A great ice barrier of cotton wool.
She looked at us, my brother and me,
And then she began to cry.
We told her—though a lie—that we both understood.
She smiled the sweet smile of a very young girl,
Which is what she truly was,
Such a lovely smile, almost roguish;
Then the Mist claimed her.

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Konjit Berhane 09 November 2005

one of the touching poems ever written. I liked it a lot. it is...unexplainable. keep on writing peace koni

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Konjit Berhane 09 November 2005

one of the touching poems ever written. I liked it a lot. it is...unexplainable. keep on writing peace koni

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