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Bronzeville by Night (1949)
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For Marielle of Westmount
As the last clouds gathered
above our heads,
she said she would feast
on the other side of snow.
In three days, we were forced to
swallow our own words.
She was fragile and
disappeared without warning.
Since then, we bury first flowers.
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Por Marielle du Westmont
Comme les nuages derniers recueillies
au-dessus de nos têtes,
Elle dit qu'elle serait à la fête
de l'autre côté de la neige.
En trois jours, nous avons été forcés de
Avalez nos propres mots.
Elle est fragile et
disparu sans avertissement.
Depuis lors, nous enterrer les premières fleurs.
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