The Empty Bell

 

No spring this evening

It is indeed autumn that returns

Face diluted in water

 

The lights are all out

Nothing stays anymore

Not a footprint

Nothing but blue spots in the corner of a sheet

The color which night decomposes

 

Rise up carcass and walk

 

 

Source: Index of first lines in Pierre Reverdy, Selected Poems (1969)

 

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