Joë Bousquet
A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.
— Joë Bousquet
I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.
— Joë Bousquet
Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.
— Joë Bousquet
Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.
— Joë Bousquet
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