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Magpies Comunicate With the Dead
Do magpies communicate with the dead? It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery Silent and calm, watch over the graves, The flowery tombs and the so dogmatic crosses I often see them in cemeteries thinking, As if to speak to those who are underground, They go on a tree, listening to the graves In a silence that makes all hearts vibrate. I see them so often with one eye caressing the crosses, On a green trellis or in an antique pergola, With the dead, hours they communicate As to bring them, pious comfort in the afterlife. Les pies communiquent elles avec les morts ? Il n’est pas rare de voir des pies dans un cimetière Silencieuses et calmes, veiller sur les tombes, Les tombes fleuries et les croix si dogmatiques J’en vois souvent dans les cimetières penser, Comme pour parler à ceux qui sont sous terre, Elles vont sur un arbre, écoutant les tombes Dans un silence qui fait vibrer tous les cœurs. Je les vois si souvent d’un œil caresser les croix, Sur un treillis vert ou dans une pergola antique, Avec les morts, des heures elles communiquent Leur apportant un pieux réconfort dans l’au-delà.
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