Poems by Yves Bonnefoy

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Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading
I woke up, it was the house where I was born,
I woke up, it was the house where I was born.
I woke up, it was the house where I was born,
Another time.
In the same dream
I woke up, but I was travelling,
I remember, it was a morning, in summer,
I open my eyes, yes, it’s the house where I was born,
And then the day came
And then life; and once again