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The Pasture Rose
Rosa humilis
The rose of the pastures
A small peasant rose
Free and for nothing
Gives us her prickles
Her five translucent petals
And her golden eye
And so to thank her
I try to learn
That dialect of silence
Which is her language
And then translate it
Into human words
As if the Lord had told me
Listen to the rose
Be the voice of the rose.
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