Under the evening sun
dry bread keeps
a taste of the legend
of the wound sustained when the thorn was removed
calms the aroused soul
hamlets appear around the bend
trees make signs
people in black enter a house
the traveller follows the lines
of the ruts in the road with his eyes
birds shriek
the zenith where a star points
does not move.

—Jean Follain, “Journey,” trans. by Heather McHugh
Art Credit René Magritte, La Reconnaissance Infinie, 1963

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