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Chanson de Lŕ-haut (“Song from On High” translated in Varese—Offrandes)


The Seine is asleep in the shadow of its bridges.
I watch the earthe spinning,
And I sound my trumpet
Toward all the seas.

On the pathway of her perfume
All the bees and all the words depart,
Queen of the Polar Dawns,
Rose of the Winds that Autumn withers!



In my head a bird sings all year long.

Vicente Huidobro