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gothic poetry

l'air est comme un papillon
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
il est venu me prendre par la main
les chansons antiques
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
une pensée gentiment solennelle
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel

 



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