Distances
Swifts turn in the heights
of the air;
higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to
the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of
sand.
We live in a world of motion
and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant
star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and
working,
servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.
~ Philippe Jaccottet
~
(The Selected Poems of Philippe
Jaccottet, translated by Derek Mahon)
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