Poems by Yves Bonnefoy
The house where I was born (01)
... The water knocked against the legs of the table, the sideboard ...
The house where I was born (07)
... And for the one who was losing to win, and so triumphantly ...
The house where I was born (08)
... And the child Sees them from the end of the garden, watches them, ...
Passer-By, These Are Words
... A name upon a stone:And so our absent names untangle your alarms ...
The house where I was born (09)
... When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, ...
The house where I was born (02)
... I could see the sad, distracted face of a little girl ...
The house where I was born (06)
... On the lace that covered the blue woolen cushions ...
The house where I was born (03)
... Beautiful, holding the cup that had been offered her, ...
The house where I was born (10)
... The children still touch bottom, and laugh in the peaceful water, ...
The house where I was born (05)
... Frightened, I go into a room cluttered with desks, ...
The house where I was born (04)
... It hardly mattered, I went in haste, looking for ...
