Paul Auster | Aube fragile
« Poésie d’un jour » Image, G.AdC [FRAIL DAWN] XV Frail dawn : the boundary of your darkened lamp: air without word: a rose-round, folding corolla of ash. From the smallest of your suns, you clench the scald: husk of relented light : the true seed in your fallow palm, deepening into dumbness. Beyond this … Lire plus