Tuesday, May 8, 2018

TALE Comments

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One evening as we were wearing a single belt
You whispered a tale in my ear of snow
And said I'm moved
And we had already stridden over several wide intervals
Made of arches of absence wider than those at Avignon
And came back to ourselves by rising fords
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Michel Deguy
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