A gray sky — low
Ashes; running into the black trees
A gray sky descending low
To wrap the earth in its soft coat
That extends the calm above the warren
A bat
Circles silently—
Peaceful night!
And then, all of a sudden,
Down there against the flank of the hill,
An impatient bellowing
Tears through the night’s peace…
A heifer strayed away.

November 1965.

Translated by Lenora Timm

This poem in breton

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