THE SAME VOICE, ALWAYS
I am like the bread you break,
Like the fire you burn, like the pure water
That will escort you to the land of the dead.
Like the foam,
Which hemmed for you the light and the harbor.
Like the night bird, who erases the banks,
The night wind suddenly more rough and cold.
Yves Bonnefoy, from sequence "A une terre d'aube"
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