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 ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
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