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Ils ne savent plus où se poser ces baisers,
Ces lèvres sur des yeux aveugles et glacés;
Désormais endormis en leur songe superbe,
Ils regardent rêveurs comme des chiens dans l'herbe,
La foule des brebis grises à l'horizon,
Brouter le clair de lune épars sur le gazon.

Aux caresses du ciel, vague comme leur vie,
Indifférent et sans une flamme d'envie
Pour ces roses de joie écloses sous leurs pas;
Et ce long calme vert qu'ils ne comprennent pas.

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They do not know where to lay these kisses,
These lips on blind and icy eyes;
Now asleep in the superb dreams,
They look dreamy like dogs in the grass,
The crowd of gray sheep on the horizon,
Graze on the scattered moonlight on the lawn.

To the caresses of the sky, vague like their lives,
Indifferent and without a flame of envy
For these roses of joy under their feet;
And that long green calmness they don’t understand.

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Thomas Oboe Lee Cambridge, Massachusetts

Thomas Oboe Lee was born in China in 1945. He lived in São Paulo, Brazil, for six years before coming to the United States in 1966. After graduating from the University of Pittsburgh, he studied composition at the New England Conservatory and Harvard University. He has been a member of the music faculty at Boston College since 1990. ... more

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