In Quiet Breath

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  • In Quiet Breath
    By Josephine Cardin
    "Let us yield then, you and I,
    To the waftings, calm and sweet,
    As their breeze-blown lullaby
    Sways the gold grass at your feet.
    And, when night begins to fall
    From the black oaks, darkening,
    In the nightingale’s soft call
    Our despair will, solemn, sing."
    ~ From In Muted Tone, by Paul Verlaine