La vidéo du dimanche : "Lawrence Durrell - Alexandria" - Poésie

To the lucky now who have lovers or friends, 
Who move to their sweet undiscovered ends, 
Or whom the great conspiracy deceives, 
I wish these whirling autumn leaves: 
Promontories splashed by the salty sea, 
Groaned on in darkness by the tram 
To horizons of love or good luck or more love - 
As for me I now move 
Through many negatives to what I am.

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