To declare its name
I was ten
years old. The Sorgue was my size exactly. The sun sang the hours on the wise
dial of the waters. Carelessness and sorrow had embedded the iron rooster on
the roof of the houses and put up with each other. But what wheel in the
heart of the child on the lookout turned stronger, turned faster than that of
the windmill in its white blaze? |
René Char