A Night of Reading and Anticipating the Change of Season |
[Aug. 30th, 2002|06:09 am]
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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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