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Into the crucible of my solitude, 
you enter like the dawn, you surge forward like fire.
 
You sweep into my soul like a river bursting its banks.
 
And your laughter floods all my lands.
 
When I looked deep inside myself, I found nothing: 
there, where everything was dark, a huge sun was turning.
 
There where everything was dead, a small spring was dancing.
 
A tiny woman who took up so much space:
I could not believe it.
 
Love is the only true knowledge.

Love itself is an impenetrable mystery.


Christian Bobin
(translated by C.
 Johnston)

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