The house where I was born (05) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
And then the day came When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
I open my eyes, yes, it's the house where I was born, Exactly as it was and nothing more. The ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
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