Whisper in Agony

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after Jules Supervielle

 

Do not be surprised,

but close your eyes

till they become

opaque as stone.

 

And let the heart be,

for should it stop

it flutters still

on its secret slope.

 

Your hands will lie

at rest beside you

in their barge of ice,

 

your forehead bare

as the empty space

dividing armies.

 

 

 

◄ Staring at a Hoopoe

Pheasant ►

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