by Malick Fall
(Translated from the French by John Reed and Clive Wake
An idea came
Into my head
So slender
So slight
An idea came
Fleetingly
Fearfully
Came to alight
It wheeled about
Stretched itself out
An idea came
That I wanted to stay
But it brushed my hand
And taking its flight
Through my fingers
Slipped away.
from Peeling the Onion: An Anthology of Poems
Selected by Ruth Gordon
HarperCollins, 1993
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