Elegies
He probably held too tightly
(In the palm of his hand,
Looking out on the sea)
To the sand the wind
Was taking, grain by grain —
He who is held by the fear
Of becoming mist.
Il aura trop tenu
Dans le fond de sa paume
En face de la mer
Du sable que le vent
Y prenait grain par grain
Celui que tient la peur
De devenir nuage.