Sur un chantier d’hiver, il y avait un poêle à bois.
“What Is Spoken Before the Fire”
There was a small wood stove
on a winter worksite.
Each time the cold wind swept through,
its little flame swayed—round,
gentle, unhurried.
A young craftsman
sat down before the fire.
He did nothing in particular.
He simply watched
the quiet burning of the flame.