"The Web" by Pierre Reverdy
Another delightful little piece from The Yale Anthology of French Poetry:
The Web
A hand, with a rhythmic and thoughtless motion,
was throwing its five fingers up towards the ceiling
where fantastic shadows were dancing.
A hand detached from its arm, a free hand,
illumined from below by the glow of the hearth--
and that innocent empty head smiling at the spider
setting forth in the night its useless masterpiece.
[Translated by Mary Ann Caws and Patricia Terry]
The Web
A hand, with a rhythmic and thoughtless motion,
was throwing its five fingers up towards the ceiling
where fantastic shadows were dancing.
A hand detached from its arm, a free hand,
illumined from below by the glow of the hearth--
and that innocent empty head smiling at the spider
setting forth in the night its useless masterpiece.
[Translated by Mary Ann Caws and Patricia Terry]
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