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The Right to Speak

Sweet angry animals
Sweet neglected animals
A hand quenches your thirst
Once and for all

A leaf falling gives you
A glimpse of beauty
And slips under your shoulder
You are no longer fully alone

But nobody believes that you keep
Out of respect for mankind
A silence more suitable
To the sadness of our hearts

You have secret conferences
With hay that never lies
You marry the parables
Of coal and crimson clover

Do I know the tales you tell
To the hawthorn in the blue lanes
What love you carry in your heads
That makes you lower your gazes

But when appearing in a dream of dawn
Your faces seem
More radiant than my own
I am sensible to your reproaches.