Jaccottet Philippe (9) ................... AGRIGENTO,
................... January 1
A little above this place to rare targets, we seek
the stairs where the sea is visible, or at least
would be if the weather was clear.
- We traveled to the mild air,
for oblivion of death, for the Golden Fleece ... Despite the fact
path, we remain at the edge, and
not saying that we should be hasty, nor
this oversight, forgot himself soon after ... -
It begins to rain. We changed this year.
You see only regret our soul is doomed:
must, even in Sicily, accept on our hands a thousand thorns
rain ... until tomorrow.
Philippe Jaccottet
The Owl and Other Poems ,
nrf Gallimard