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 The God Vagabond

Jacky Lavauzelle Poetry

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THE GOD VAGABOND

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THE TEARS OF THE WORLD
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POEMS

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The world is an eye. God seems the eye par excellence, the one who sees everything. The soul is an eye too. A pond too: « And this old pond, nostalgic mirror, Seems your big eye, oh nature! (Leon Dierx). And from the eye always flows tears, tears of joy and tears of sorrow. That’s what I recognize the eyes!
The tears of the world is when the world sees the work of the man. At this moment, the world is weeping warm tears.
The tears of the man arrive when the man sees that all that he had, or that he could have, escaped him.
The tears of the pond is when he sees, under a heavy sun, the species, one after the other, disappear.
My eye to me never cries.
Never externally.
Today, my body is flooded. But nothing is visible. And I go as if nothing had happened. I hear puddles in my shoes. I think I just had an external hemorrhage. The pavers recover some of this water that the sun dries in no time.

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That is true ! It’s curious ! Yet…
Yet I see the smiles and, behind the smiles, the creaking of certain souls. Two or three in the world only. No more !
I see the sound of an ankle that I do not hear yet. But this boot is already drawing in me. I see these leaves moving away from these steps. Still, the wind is not there yet. Yet already I see, closing very strongly the eyes, the leaves which are already agitated. It’s so curious !!!

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THE TEARS OF THE WORLD
 The God Vagabond