Jaccottet (8)
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There will always be in my eye, however
an invisible pink regret
as when over a lake
spent the shadow of a bird
... * * *
And the clouds high into the blue air
which are loops of ice
fogging voice
that we listen to never kill
Philippe
Jaccottet Poetry 1946-1967, nrf Poetry / Gallimard
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