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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)
H o w i e
G o o d
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Prelude to the Revolution
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