Saturday, August 03, 2013

The Walk toward Love, Gaston Miron


The Walk toward Love

Your eyes are the grey of fields of dew
of adventure and light years
the sweetness back of the breezes in May

you will come all sunstruck with existing
your mouth invaded by the coolness of grass
your body ripened by the forgotten gardens
where your breasts work their magic spells
you arise, you are dawn in my arms
where you change like the season
walking in a country of breath I'll take you
at the end of miseries at the end of excesses
I want to make you love life our life

Gaston Miron

Translated by Mary Anne Caws

The Yale Encyclopedia of Twentieth-Century French Poetry

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