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Something in Me
The rock was unseasonably still The kimono looked like figures on a vase The ancients were waiting to see the tip of the joint flame red
a white figure flitted to the point the limestone ledge
they were already in the water heavy lips just touching
I remembered a line of poetry
something in me.
(d'après le roman de Carol
Goodman Autre sculpture sur prose de George Szirtes © Tous droits réservés |
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