poem of the day: Passer-by, These Are Words by Yves Bonnefoy

Passer-by, These Are Words

Yves Bonnefoy (link)

Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading
I want you to listen: to this frail
Voice like that of letters eaten by grass.

Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee
Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names.
It flits between two sprays of leaves,
Carrying the sound of branches that are real
To those that filigree the still unseen.

Then know an even fainter sound, and let it be
The endless murmuring of all our shades.
Their whisper rises from beneath the stones
To fuse into a single heat with that blind
Light you are as yet, who can still gaze.

May your listening be good! Silence
Is a threshold where a twig breaks in your hand,
Imperceptibly, as you attempt to disengage
A name upon a stone:

And so our absent names untangle your alarms.
And for you who move away, pensively,
Here becomes there without ceasing to be.

Old House

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5 thoughts on “poem of the day: Passer-by, These Are Words by Yves Bonnefoy

  1. Teresa Cleveland Wendel says:

    Lovely photo to go with the poem too.

  2. Judith Post says:

    Really enjoyed this one.

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