Towns without water Poem by Nicole Brossard
Towns without water
at the hour of brief morning desires
a drop of water and its light
later to counter the dust
we looked for a blade of grass, a bush
any trace
of a time liquid and bowed to the hour
the dream thirsting inside us
Translated by Sylvain Gallais and Cynthia Hogue
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5/4/2024 4:13:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thirsting inside. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.