Moisson

 

 

Le temps s’en vient comme qui

possède des champs barbus d’or en abondance

et ne songe à faucher que pour qu’un peu de suc

au bout de chaque tige cristallise en miel

l’ininterruption

 

 

Time is coming as who

has fields of bearded gold in abundance

and thinks of mowing only so that a bit of sap

at the tip of each stem

crystallises into honey

the uninterrupted

 

 

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Author: Frog

Writing and gardening between England, France, and an often-dreamt Mediterranean.

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