Eugène Guillevic

 

Parallel Lines

We go out, the space is vast.
We walk beside each other.
We want to talk.

But what each one relates,
the other already knows.

For from the beginning,
blotted out, forgotten,
it has been the same adventure.

And in our dreams, we meet.
We love, we complete each other.

But no one ever journeys farther
than into himself or another.

                                            Translated from French by Paul Weinfield