The Beautiful Gown

The one we love, she appears before us undressed.
 She is in a light dress, like those that once flourished on Sundays on church porches and the parquets of ballrooms.
 And yet she is naked - like a star at the breaking of day.
 Seeing you there, a clearing opened in my eyes.
 To see that white dress, as white as blue sky.
 

By looking to the essential, the purity of the world is reborn.


Christian Bobin
(translated by C.
 Johnston)

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