23 August 2009

Pierre Trudeau Paddling

A Ringing Bell

The lights are all out
The wind passes singing
And the trees shiver
The animals are dead
Nobody is left
The stars have stopped sparkling
The earth turns no more
A head nods
The hair sweeps the night
The last steeple standing
Rings midnight

- Pierre Reverdy (as translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

Every summer I learn the same lesson
Every summer I do not go to school
Every summer I am
In the forest
On the lake
By the river

Rolling down the dead proud highway
At the racetrack
At the roller derby
At the PNE
Any where I want to be
Every summer I learn the same lesson

I am Pierre Trudeau paddling his motherfucking canoe

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