And Yet

Poem By Charles Vildrac

NO water has abiding dwelling-place
Within one feeble hollow of the earth,
Which with the sky is face to face.
Let the noon glow, and the wind blow,
Some little of it must escape,
A flake of cloud or pearls among the grass.

Let the sun fill the house-wall yonder,
And blue be on thy highest pane of glass,
And thy feet shall be naked and warm among the sands,
And with thine eyes the birds shall wander...

translated by Jethro Bithell

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