Yves Bonnefoy Poems
The house where I was born (01)
I woke up, it was the house where I was born,
Sea foam splashed against the rock,
Not a single bird, only the wind to open and close the wave,
Everywhere on the horizon the smell of ashes,
As if... more
Poet: Yves Bonnefoy rating:  The house where I was born (07)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer,
The window was half-open, I drew near,
I could see my father at the end of the garden.
He was motionless, looking for something,
I could not tell what, or... more
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