PONGE'S PASSAGES
(1899-1988)

Along the wheat fields
of Van Gogh

one day more exists
nearer the silence and crevice

on the cold blood orange
hands of the beggar

coins fly out magically
in poetry's disappearing pockets

as if children at a puppet show
amazed as the police arrest

the innocent on the Occupation
corner during the roundups

even on the days of awe
there is only long suffering.