(Translated Version of Heather Dohollau's poem Cette lente dèmarche )
Caution dictates,
Day after day,
Our loves, as if all are new.
Then, in the compliance of the morning,
We receive an unbelievable blessing:
A certainty.
It is our want that is in need
Of addressing. We comprehend impotence
As white spaces on a wall.
Thursday, 17 January 2008
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