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Poem

Yves Bonnefoy

DE NATURA RERUM

Lucretius knew it:
Open the chest
And you will see that it’s full of swirling
Snow.

And sometimes two flakes
Meet, combine,
Or else one turns aside gracefully
In its small death.

Where does the idea come from that it’s clear
In a few words
When the one is only the night,
The other only a dream?

Where do those two shadows come from
Going along smiling,
And the one muffled up
In red wool?

DE NATURA RERUM

Lucretius wist het:
Open de kist,
Je zult zien dat ze vol sneeuw is
Die wervelt.

En soms botsen twee vlokken
Op elkaar en worden één,
Ofwel wendt een ervan zich af, sierlijk
In zijn weinig dood.

Vanwaar komt die klaarte
In een paar woorden
Wanneer de ene slechts nacht is,
De andere, slechts droom?

Vanwaar komen die twee schimmen
Die lachend stappen,
En een ervan gehuld
In rode wol?

DE NATURA RERUM

Lucrèce le savait:
Ouvre le coffre,
Tu verras, il est plein de neige
Qui tourbillonne.

Et parfois deux flocons
Se rencontrent, s’unissent,
Ou bien l’un se détourne, gracieusement
Dans son peu de mort.

D’où vient qu’il fasse clair
Dans quelques mots
Quand l’un n’est que la nuit,
L’autre, qu’un rêve ?

D’où viennent ces deux ombres
Qui vont, riant,
Et l’une emmitouflée
D’une laine rouge ?
Close

DE NATURA RERUM

Lucretius knew it:
Open the chest
And you will see that it’s full of swirling
Snow.

And sometimes two flakes
Meet, combine,
Or else one turns aside gracefully
In its small death.

Where does the idea come from that it’s clear
In a few words
When the one is only the night,
The other only a dream?

Where do those two shadows come from
Going along smiling,
And the one muffled up
In red wool?

DE NATURA RERUM

Lucretius knew it:
Open the chest
And you will see that it’s full of swirling
Snow.

And sometimes two flakes
Meet, combine,
Or else one turns aside gracefully
In its small death.

Where does the idea come from that it’s clear
In a few words
When the one is only the night,
The other only a dream?

Where do those two shadows come from
Going along smiling,
And the one muffled up
In red wool?
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