Jean Sénac Poems

Come walk with me under the low-slung stars
until the birds are buried again inside our blood,
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You were saying easy things;
the hard-working woman of the morning
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Out of my Algeria
they made the prisons taller
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I love you that's true I love you that's false
crows on my tongue
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Here silence is called for
where the night rumbles and the sea wears it away
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