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EMOTION

 

I straightened my back

To rest

And my gaze fell

On something, there,

On the other side of the valley:

Tiny things fluttering

In the wind.

Suspended on a metal line,

Little things, light, light,

Tiny white and pink things:

A small washload drying,

A washload of baby diapers...

--And something passes

Through my trembling heart.

--And now, bent again

Over my work,

My eyelashes are moist...

I, the old maid!...

 

The Day of Saint Erwan's Pardon 1962.