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dead morningIn Memory of Charles Baudelaire
Castis cum pueris ignara puella mariti disceret
unde preces, vatem ni Musa dedisset?

 

On dead mornings the sun congeals on buildings,

The rain licks and washes the wounded streets,

The sirens are singing their emergency.

In the cemeteries the dead are buried,

One on top of the other again and again,

The river runs underneath it all.

The builders busy in their eternal building,

The people going to work or school, mothers

And children, who will teach them how to pray?

 

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