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Through the open window can be seen / the poplars at the end of the garden / shaking in the wind, / a wall of green leaves so high / that the sky is shut off.
On the white table-cloth / a rose in a vase / --centre of a sphere of odour-- / contemplates the crumbs and crusts / left from a meal: / cups, saucers, plates lie / here and there.
And a sparrow flies by the open window, / stops for a moment, / flutters his wings rapidly, / and climbs an aerial ladder / with his claws / that work close in / to his soft, brown-grey belly.
But behind the table is the face of a man.
The bird flies off.