it is there before your gaze
the room empty the day
paused on the window
in your eyes you see what
you never could believe coming
you blink are going to speak
but the words cannot be found
la pièce vide le jour
arrêté sur la fenêtre
dans les yeux on voit venir
ce qu’on a jamais pu croire
on bat des cils on va dire
mais comment dire on se tait
Jacques Ancet, from La lumière et les cendres
tr. Michael Tweed
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i added the link to more verses.
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