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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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