the not by Paul Valery

are not children of my silence
Holy slowly placed
To the bed of my vigilance
Proceed silent and frozen.

Pure person, divine shadow
They are soft, your not used!
Gods! ... all donations I guess
Come to me on these barefoot!

If, with your lips advanced,
You prepare to appease
At the inhabitant of my thoughts
Food with a kiss,

Do not hurry this tender document,
Sweetness of being and not being,
Because I lived to expect,
And my heart was only your steps.

by Paul Valery

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