Le début d'un poème de janvier 1965 de W.H. Auden "Since"
On a mid-december day,
frying sausages
for myself, I abruptly
felt under fingers
thirty years younger the rim
of a steering-wheel,
on my cheek the parching wind
of an August noon,
as passenger beside me
You as then you were.
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