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another explanation of the mystery

June 17, 2009

I can no longer see anything
in the sky but a large white dog
devouring the moon.
This dog is not a cloud.
If it doesn’t belong to anyone it will leave.
And day will return.
But what if this dog belongs to
that man who leans on the
mountain in order to watch and
mock us?
The moon pauses; night lingers.
We are on the verge
of going another round.

Pierre Reverdy
13 September 188917 June 1960
tr. Michael Tweed

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 17, 2009 11:46 am

    it’s achingly beautiful.

  2. June 17, 2009 11:55 am

    almost all of Reverdy’s poetry is, but the late work which is less well known (to English readers anyway) is especially so. it’s such a shame that his essays and collections of fragments and aphorisms aren’t more popular, as they are simply brilliant. if you haven’t read it yet here is a sample.

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