Regis Auffray

Regis Auffray, poetry, short stories, personal quotes

The Blindness

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The Blindness

©Regis Auffray (August 26, 2002)

When the bird came
it landed
on the church steeple
it did not move

People said a lot of things
it was watching the village
it was a messenger
it was an omen

Three days later
it lay dead on the ground

The bird’s eyes were white
The people said a lot

It had been blind
It had come from the dark
Satan had sent it

No one
will go to the church now

The priest sits outside
he looks at the village
like the bird did

People say a lot
he is blind too
he never closes his eyes

I think a lot too
I think
we are blind
I think
we don’t know what we see


Written by Regis Auffray

February 19, 2016 at 4:00 am

3 Responses

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  1. Ain’t that the truth!


    February 19, 2016 at 7:29 am

  2. Nice to meet you. My difficul to foreign blogs Is the impossibile Google translation.
    La poesia NON può essere distrutta con una cattiva traduzione.
    Ciao da Roma!


    October 23, 2016 at 12:48 pm

  3. Non sappiamo cosa vediamo e dunque non sappiamo cosa diciamo!
    Shera ciao da Roma 🌷🍀


    October 25, 2016 at 8:57 am

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