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Snow, in the air taken, dizzy,
To the origins quite coming back.
(White cloud falling back
On the landscape, silently.)
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As a vast dream lying
You stare at the sky
Back to the air, fleeting.
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Between sky and earth,
Snow, as a Beauty
Which is changing
Every moment
The form of the landscape.
*translated from French by Emmanuel Cheiron.
Nicolas Grenier has been published in fifty literary rewiews. Nicolas is the winner of the Paul Eluard Prize from the Society of French Poets. He is a professor at HEC, too. Nicolas lives in Paris.
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