I would rather hear
Things than people.
The sound of the fire hissing
The gander honking
In a howling wind,
Water gurgling in the stream
And the sluice-gate rumbling.
Far away I hear their humming
Like an echo coming
From the depths of centuries
The voices of my ancestors.

3 November 1961.
Translated by Lenora Timm

This poem in breton

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