Two nights after Christmas. We are somnolent and turkey-stuffed. The booming draws us to the windows, the flashing lights keep us there. Fireworks! With each explosion, the snow covering Lac Brome lights up. The colours are something out of Breughel, bonfires beyond the trees. The frozen world glitters in the sudden light.
Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem
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Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem I like you when you’re
silent because it’s like you’ve gone—you’re hearing me from far away and my
voic...
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