La même voix, toujours
Yves Bonnefoy
I am like the bread you will break,
Like the fire you will make, like the pure water
That will go with you on the earth of the dead.
Like the foam
That ripened the harbor and the light for you.
Like the evening bird that blots the shores.
Like the colder, brusquer, sudden evening wind.
-translation by Paul Auster
