Original Title: "Devine"
Text: Louis Aragon
Year: 1994
A big field of blue flax
among the black grapes
When, toward me, the wind
bends it trembling
A big field of blue flax
Which makes mirror to the sky
And it's me who trembles
To the bottom of my blood
Guess
Guess
Guess
Guess
A big field of blue flax
In the day, coming back
For a long time drags there
A mist of dreams
I am afraid to flush there
Unknown birds of which far away
The winged shadow
obscurely grows longer
Guess
Guess
Guess
Guess
A big field of blue flax
Of the color of the tears
Opened on a country
of which only love knows about
Where everything has the perfumes
the power, the charm
As if some kisses always
were wandering there
Guess
Guess
Guess
Guess
A big field of blue flax
of which it's the surprise
always to discover
A pure and deep water
Of its coat covering
Miraculously,
Is it a lake or the sea,
The shoulders of the world
Guess
Guess
Guess
Guess
A big field of blue flax
Which speaks, laughs and cries
I plunge and lose myself in there
Tell me, do you guess
Which sowing made there
the joy and the pain
And why loving it
makes you drunk and kills you
Guess
Guess
Guess
Guess
...
all poems written by Louis Aragon
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