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The Bend

By Claude Esteban

Around the bend of a phrase

you return, it’s dawn in a book, it’s

a garden, one can

see everything, the dew, a moth

on a leaf and it’s you

who rises suddenly amid the pages

and the book grows more lovely

because it’s you

and you've not grown old, you walk

slowly to the door.

Source: Poetry (June 2011).

Translated from the French by Joanie Mackowski 

it's dawn in a book somewhere