On the Hilltop
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On the hilltop
A woman said to me
This fruit is called kam
Kam I take the word as it comes
I write it in my memory
Like the three letters in the word vie*
The word gave me the key to the world
I learned to climb to the sky
Without drawing the shores
From which the sheep I imagine
Drown themselves in the sea
Since that time
I’ve been drawing ladders
A child’s game
To keep the world
At your fingertips
And I dream that I am a poet
But I don’t know
Translation from the French