Poetry Lightyear · On October 26| who sang there, when everything was silent?

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Philippe Jacobite

Who sings there, when all is silent? who

Singing such a beautiful song in this pure, mute voice?

Could it be outside the city, in Robinson, in one

Snow-covered park? Or maybe it's all around,

Someone doesn't realize someone is listening?

Let's not be so anxious to know him,

Because Daylight didn't deliberately let this one

Invisible birds walk ahead. But

We have to be quiet. A voice rose up, like a March's

The wind brings strength to the aging woods, and this voice smiles at us,

There were no tears, more of a laugh at death.

Who is there to sing when our lights go out?

No one knows. Only that heart can hear—

A heart that neither wants to possess nor pursue victory.

- Philippe Jacobite, "The Voice"

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Philippe Jacobite, born in Switzerland in 1925. He began writing poetry at the age of seventeen and embarked on the path of creation and translation under the guidance of the Swiss poet and translator Stav Hu. He has won many literary awards, including the Montaigne Literary Prize, the French Academy of Sciences Prize, the Hölderlin Prize for Poetry, the Petrarch Prize for Poetry, and many other literary awards. In 2004, he won the French Goncourt Prize for Poetry, and in the same year was shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

* This poem is selected from the poems of October 26, 2016, The Poetry Of the LightYear of Poetry

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