and Man
feels smaller,
flesh in fallow land
in withered bed,
turned back ways
and idle talk
not even the day
is not acquired to him,
only this straw skin
which ignites
hardly embraced
and which it will give up
one day
Tags: French poetry, poem, poet, poetry
12 December 2007 at 6:28 pm
Thanks for stopping by my blog. “straw skin” makes you think … especially about lonliness … sometimes, we take some things, people for granted esp. I guess the poem makes you pay more attention to the people around you … build stronger and more meaningful bounds. Well, have a nice day! * SMILES *
12 December 2007 at 7:53 pm
Thanks for your visit. See you soon in my poetry…
23 December 2008 at 6:00 pm
beautiful