Henri Michaux

My Life


Life of mine you've set out without me,
out on the road already
while I bide my time on the first stride.
You've taken the fight somewhere else,
left me standing, abandoned,
never once following where you led.

I can't fathom what it is you are offering:
the little I hope for, you never supply.
On account of this want I long for so much,
for so many things world without end.
On account of this little, this want that you never supply.






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