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concrete poetry

il y avait un temps en anciennes années
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
peut-ĂŞtre
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
une pensée gentiment solennelle
sous ma fenĂŞtre dans une rue de ville
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
améliorez que le granit
l'aube était vert pomme
les poèts le disent
je les ai entendus la nuit

 



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