Original Title: "Très loin, offerte, parfumée"
Year: 1970
Very far, offered, perfumed
And in the loop of the dews
A spilled orangeade
Came, came her foot putting down
Unlaced, perfumed, dreaming
The hand holding a pebble
That one, wet grain, face
And among, always rising up
The bycicles of sun
She, every step laying,
Opened and you are like
The grass avenues of the sea
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