Clouds
Jacques Prévert
from La pluie et le beau temps
French version here
I went to get my wool from a young goat and it followed me
the gray
he is wary not like the older one
he is still too small
She was teeny tiny too
but something inside her already felt old like the world
Already
she knew of terrible things
for example
that she must be wary
and she looked at the kid and the kid looked at her
and she wants to cry
He is like me
she says
a little sad and a little giddy
And then she had a big smile
and the rain begins to fall
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