Translated out of French: Ma colline: http://roadtonow-here.blogspot.nl/2016/08/ma-colline_5.html
I miss my
distant
hill
on which I laid
my tired
gaze.
She made me
dream of
that other world,
there on
her heights
at times shiny
under a yellow
and brownish
orange sun;
then in the
shadow of the future night
her
greenery faded into blackish.
Came the hour
when
the crows upon
from heaven
descend
in a silent
ballet
to join
their bedstead,
my hill
disappeared into
the twilight
of another world
filled with
nocturnal creatures.
Tomorrow on
awakening
my hill
will still be
there, again;
surprised
not seeing me.
And I
weeping for her.
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