Let a place be made
Let a place be made for one who draws near,
The one who is cold, deprived of any home,
Tempted by the sound of a lamp, by the lit
Threshold of a solitary house.
And if he is still exhausted, full of anguish,
Say again for him those words that heal.
What does this heart which once was silence need
If not those words which are both sign and prayer,
Like a fire caught sight of in the sudden night,
Like the table glimpsed in a poor house?
- Yves Bonnefoy