Georges Braque
A bird flies away
Throwing off the clouds like a useless veil, He was never afraid of the light,
Enclosed in his flight,
He's never had a shadow.
Shells of the harvests broken by the sun.
Every leaf in the woods says yes, all they know how to say is yes, All questions, all answers
Deep in the yes runs the dew.
A man with weightless eyes describes the sky of love.
He gathers up the wonders of it Like leaves in a wood,
Like birds in their wings
And people in their sleep.
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