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Poem	I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge clouds That were standing, packed together, down there, Dawn rent from time to time by forks of lightning. I watched the advent of the world In the bushes of the embankment; and all at once That other fire below a field Of stones and vines. The wind, the rain Blew its smoke back against the ground, But a red flame flared up, Taking by the handful the base of the sky. How long were you burning, wine grower’s fire, Who wanted you there, and for whom on this earth? And then it was day; and the sun Cast its thousand shafts of light On the lace that covered the blue woolen cushions In the compartment where people slept, Their heads still nodding. I did not sleep, I was still at the age when one is full of hope, I dedicated my words to the low mountains That I could see coming through the windows.
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