BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Reeds Around the Pond
translated by Jethro Bithell
THE swallow flees. The twilight falls apace. The swallow flees, and the hawk follows. The
is sparkling on the pond's chill face, and in its image drowns itself the swallow.
Why should the reeds around the lakes behave as though they cared for living or for dying? It is not for the reeds the hawk is crying.--And
fades like a wrinkle on the wave.
poems by Paul Fort