To-day there have been lovely things
I never saw before;
Sunlight through a jar of marmalade;
A blue gate;
A rainbow
In soapsuds on dishwater;
Candlelight on butter;
The crinkled smile of a little girl
Who had new shoes with tassels;
A chickadee on a thorn-apple;
Empurpled mud under a willow,
Where white geese slept;
White ruffled curtains sifting moonlight
On the scrubbed kitchen floor;
The under side of a white-oak leaf;
Ruts in the road at sunset;
An egg yolk in a blue bowl.
My love kissed my eyes last night.
Penguin's poems for love, 2009.
Oui, un baiser d'amour ouvre les yeux. A blue gate and a rainbow... Goulou an deiz dre werenn ar pod kaotigell... Plijout a ra din kalz.
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Yann.
Voir avec des yeux neufs les fragments de lumière dans nos vies - sed aze pal an holl varzhed ! Mersi dit, Yann :)
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