[The steel of brilliant colors] Poem by Martine Audet

[The steel of brilliant colors]



The steel of brilliant colors
(stealthy flight:
the poem is a hand),
of same airs
the open sea,
snows and breath
paints for us,
tension,
almost nothing,

we heard that
love is lost.

There was a little less empty
in the emptiness.

Translated by Amanda Horn

Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness
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