Yves Bonnefoy


Yves Bonnefoy Poems

1. The Museum 5/20/2016
2. San Biagio, at Montepulciano 5/20/2016
3. They Spoke to Me 5/20/2016
4. The house where I was born (01) 10/23/2017
5. The house where I was born (07) 10/23/2017
6. The house where I was born (08) 10/23/2017
7. The house where I was born (09) 10/23/2017
8. The house where I was born (02) 10/23/2017
9. The house where I was born (06) 10/23/2017
10. The house where I was born (03) 10/23/2017
11. The house where I was born (10) 10/23/2017
12. The house where I was born (05) 10/23/2017
13. The house where I was born (04) 10/23/2017
14. THE MIRROR 10/23/2017
15. THE PLOUGH 10/23/2017
16. THE LITTLE BIT OF WATER 10/23/2017
17. Snow 10/23/2017
18. THE VIRGIN OF MERCY 10/23/2017
19. THE GARDEN 10/23/2017
20. THE APPLES 10/23/2017
21. SUMMER AGAIN 10/23/2017
22. It sounds like a lot of silent e's in a sentence 10/23/2017
23. Flakes 10/23/2017
24. DE NATURA RERUM 10/23/2017
25. FINERY 10/23/2017
26. NOLI ME TANGERE 10/23/2017
27. Just before dawn 10/23/2017
28. HOPKINS FOREST 10/23/2017
29. Passer-By, These Are Words 1/13/2003

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Passer-By, These Are Words

Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading
I want you to listen: to this frail
Voice like that of letters eaten by grass.

Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee
Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names.
It flits between two sprays of leaves,
Carrying the sound of branches that are real
To those that filigree the still unseen.

Then know an even fainter sound, and let it be
The endless murmuring of all our shades.
Their whisper rises from beneath the stones
To fuse into a single heat with that blind
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THE MIRROR

Yesterday again
The clouds were passing
At the far dark end of the room.
But just now the mirror is empty.

Snowing
The untangling of the sky.

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