“Since fire's born of fire, why should we desire To gather up its scattered ash. On the appointed day we surrendered what we were To a vaster blaze, the evening sky.” — Yves Bonnefoy Copy Share Image
“Let our bodies try To ford a wider time, Our hands not know The other shore.” — Yves Bonnefoy Copy Share Image
“Unknowing, let us sleep. Chest against chest, Our breathing mingled, hand in hand without dreams.” — Yves Bonnefoy Copy Share Image
“Clouds, this evening The same as always, like thirst, The same red dress, unfastened. Imagine, passerby, Our new beginnings, our eagerness, our trust.” — Yves Bonnefoy Copy Share Image
“Our hands full or not: The same abundance. Our eyes open or shut: The same light.” — Yves Bonnefoy Copy Share Image
“Since fire's born of fire, why should we desire To gather up its scattered ash. On the appointed day we surrendered what we were… — Yves Bonnefoy Copy Share Image
