Judith Bishop
on Yves Bonnefoy
Une façon de dire, qui ferait
Qu’on ne serait plus seul dans le langage.
A way among the words, that would be
The end of our solitude in language.
White Rose Map, Princess Haiku
I am trying to find an antique map that is a direction
rather than a testament to the lostness of the human spirit.
Most directions it is said, swirl into radiating circles and
all at once alight into the air; a pale flock of white birds;
a winter of unspoken desire.
Moon, do you have such a map?
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