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A Night of Reading and Anticipating the Change of Season

ONE WHO WAITS

by Pierre Reverdy


It is indeed autumn that returns
Will someone sing
But nobody
except me
cares
I shall be the last

But she is not as sad
as has been said
this pale season
A little more sadness
To prove your point

The smoke asks
Will it be him or you
who will praise it
before the first frosts

And me I wait
For the last light
to rise in the night

But the earth descends
It's not all over
A wing supports it
All the time
I will go with you to the end of the line
To close the door
If it's too windy

translation by Kenneth Rexroth

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