Just at dawn…poems by Maud for Patrice .
On the back of a sheet of paper :
« Just at dawn.
When everything is intermingled
When night and day do not know
The sweetness of the exalting hour. »
« It would be a pity not to benefit
From the night opening on the morning.
Dark threads of tree’s boughs
On the sky dazzling with stripes of colours
That painters would call uncanny. »
Maud Tardieu.
Translated from the French by Patrice Tardieu.
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