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Tu me parles du fond d'un
Comme une âme parle aux vivants
Comme l'écume de la grève,
Ta robe flotte dans les vents

A purple blot against the dead white
In my friend's rooms, bathed in their vile pink light,
I had not noticed her
She snatched my eyes and threw them back to me:

How beautiful is life--the physical joy of sense and breathing;
The glory of the world which has found speech and speaks to us;
The robe which summer throws in June round the white bones of winter;
The new birth of each day, itself ...