[from Joshua Clover's The Totality for Kids, University of California, 2006]
In Jaufré Rudel's Song
The sun is abandoned into the thoughts one had about it.
The flowers lie fat on the field under the gong-filled air.
The field ends at the angry factor which keeps the numbers of the
clock from flying off in twelve directions, beyond which his
country.
She sends her voice into the pines, it returns at evening alone.
The crows hate her for her beauty, she is ugly as a poet.
There is a limited number of nights, though no particular night can
prove this.
This is the greeting that the lovers exchange when they meet.
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