Trois allumettes une une allumes dans la nuit
La premire pour voir ton visage tout entier
La seconde pour voir tes yeux
La dernire pour voir ta bouche
Et lobscurit tout entire pour me rappeler tout cela
En te serrant dans mes bras.

-jacques prvert

(a translation)

Three matches one by one struck in the night
The first to see your face in its entirety
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
And the darkness all around to remind me of all these
As I hold you in my arms.

*there are poems, and then there are poems. some things simply cannot be said in english. one of my favorites.

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