Speech Alone
It happens that one pronounces a few words just for oneself alone on this strange earth then the small white flower the pebble like all those that went before the sprig of stubble find themselves re-united at the foot of the gate which one opens slowly to enter the house of clay while chairs, table, cupboard, blaze in a sun of glory.
From Transparence of the World by Jean Follain, translated by W. S. Merwin. Translation copyright © 2003 by W. S. Merwin. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All right reserved.