LET A PLACE BE MADE Yves Bonnefoy Let a place be made for the one who draws near, the one who is deprived of any home, tempted by the sound of a lamp, by the lit threshold of a solitary house. And if he is still exhausted, full of anguish, say again for him the words that heal. What does his heart which once was silence need if not those words which are both sigh and prayer, like a fire caught sight of in the sudden night, like the table glimpsed in a poor house? (found at this link)
(My thanks to Yves Bonnefoy and translator Anthony Rudolf, via European Poems on the Underground.)
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