Yves Bonnefoy Poems
The house where I was born (03)
I woke up, it was the house where I was born,
It was night, trees were crowding
On all sides around our door,
I was alone on the doorstep in the cold wind,
No, not alone, for two huge beings
Were... more
Poet: Yves Bonnefoy rating:  The house where I was born (08)
I open my eyes, yes, it's the house where I was born,
Exactly as it was and nothing more.
The same small dining room whose window
Gives onto a peach tree that never grows.
A man and a woman are... more
Poet: Yves Bonnefoy rating: The house where I was born (09)
And then the day came
When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats,
The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn."
I did not need to search for... more
Poet: Yves Bonnefoy rating: 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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