Un Objet. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker

The poet sees an object, which has a code for its molecules and atoms
to interact, but not a core like a plant to make it change and grow.
At the moment nothing is disturbing the object in its reflections.
Objects do seem at times to be alive, with feelings, to me. There is pathos about a lonely, abandoned object: it wants to be noticed by someone.
Read the four-lines in English on Poem Hunter/ Ezra Pound/ 23/250.