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........ THE CONFESSION IN THE DARK
movements and the work of the day hiding by day.
That this night is approaching and so our faces unveiled.
A door may have been pushed in these parts,
offered an extended our stay in silence.
Speak, love, now. Speak, who had talked more
since the years of inattention or arrogance.
Borrows lightly dark
patience and say this, like a breath in the poplars:
"A fiery sweetness in this place I was given, no
sever me that it tears me also hand
I have no other guide that guides me in this way,
its freshness and shine lights turn over hurdles ... "
But what is hidden which makes our company
love: the darker the night is clear,
countless is the source of our actions stubborn
than bottom of the earth is the shady flight of our lives.
still say only: "Wax burning in other waxes,
lead me, I pray thee, to this window on the horizon,
shoot me with this slight and sharp partition
see how we go without toil in obscurity Empire ... "
Then give thanks to the hot region of the night.
Philippe Jaccottet 1946-1967 Poetry, Poetry nrf / Gallimard
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