lundi, septembre 11, 2017

September

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
There

In your memory
Hardly

Remember
September

Has like a taste
Of ashes

Of tears

A taste of nothing

And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street

Remember
September

Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day
So heavy

And so cold

Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Those birds
Those swallows

The coats
The parasols

Remember
September

The fall
And the dead leaves

Dead as well

Where are they

All those strings

Those threads

That nothing
Retains

Remember
September

Remember
Of that day

Just a moment
One instant

Remember
September

Remember
Only

Of the dust
And the wind

Of that dark day
And grey

Of that shadow
At noon

Remember
At last
Of me

Tomorrow

Remember

Remember
September

Where are they

With their wings
Fragile

Remember
September

Never

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© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA
         

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