Speech Alone

　　by Jean Follain

　　 Translated by W. S. Merwin

　　 It happens that one pronounces

　　 a few words just for oneself

　　 alone on this strange earth

　　 then the small white flower

　　 the pebble like all those that went before

　　 the sprig of stubble

　　 find themselves re-united

　　 at the foot of the gate

　　 which one opens slowly

　　 to enter the house of clay

　　 while chairs， table， cupboard，

　　 blaze in a sun of glory.