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samedi, 10 janvier 2009

GREEN ON PURPLE

Poetry has no fate
Poetry is its own fate
That nobody knows
Except the emerald smile
Burning in the heart
Of the poet

The poet has no fate
Only hazard and fortune
Rule his destiny
Whatever it looks like
It is never
What it seems to be

Or maybe it is
Among the legends
That are furniture
For the devouring fire
Of the dusty hills
Far away from here

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