by Pierre Reverdy, c. 1918

translated by Greg Baysans

 
 

An eye stabbed by a quill
 
 

Tears tumble from the moon
 
 

_            A lake
 
 

The earth returns to a sack
 
 

_            The night
 
 

Weeping willows display that same signal
 
 

A whitened path beneath us 
 
 

The winter wonderland is blue
 
 

_            Your toes tingle
 
 

Two courthouse squares resemble
 
 

Shadows line dancing among
 
 

Animal quacks and void purrs
 
 

_            Voices
 
 

 
 

 
 

Rolling down the highway
 
 

_            Rain drops
 
 


 
 


 
 


 
 








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