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CRICKETS

 

--Why do the crickets cry

Each night in the hearth?

Hunger? Thirst?

A call or a song

Or a prophesy

Of happiness?

 

8/2/66

Read this poem in breton
Translated by Lenora Timm
 

Anjela war gein he c'hazeg !
 
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