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

...

© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA

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