Poems from "French Fries"
by Lionel Ray b.1935
I carry in me innumerable castles, words.
Their gentle night, their strange lightning.
Between them burn rooster-crests with easy gaiety.
Seasonal birds come and build their nests,
With much clamouring, under the titles of their roofs.
Then forgotten men raise up innumerable winds
Of uncertainty. Like machinery of the old age,
Clamouring lemon trees overwhelm them who come late:
A net of the fog. The words that bring sleep
And that suddenly strike all like axes. Nothing,
Therefore none is there to fill the unfathomable
Hollows in me. I hear the circulation of blood and
Incomprehensible souls. Like a sleeper of antiquity
I stand dreaming of the bloody wounds of the future
These grand hollows of life, without any astonishment.
* * * * * *
by Guy Goffette b.1947
Through the window half-open: thousand cries of birds,
the rustling green and the voice of a childhood
amid the hills, the deafening joy
of midday, only all these there are to see
and to hear, lying in between the white quilts,
porters of oranges and of tears suppressed
that ingenuously double your silence. The sea
braces its chains, it's further away,
in the insides of organs. Here, at low-tide,
your smiles are like all these grand castles
that never worn out, along the line of the sea-shore:
your heart sitting in the high chamber,
will see the one it awaits, from a long distance.
* * * * * *
by Robert Sabatier b.1923
At that time, the universe was pouring down
My whole body as tender wax usually does.
I was in the valleys, mountains, fields, rivers,
I would wake up as a blue star.
Nature, are you all that far from mine?
Men pass days, simply at the smack
Of words unsettle the destinies of the cosmos.
A god is laughing among the ephemeras
Only being something more than the last mortal.
Everyday, more-than-one space rushes in
From trees to me. O cracked lands infertile,
The naked long arms of mine are of a virtue rare
The ultimate branches which birds leave forever
And I roam in the town without wings.
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2005-10-12 at 11:36
Tags Grief  Hope  Grief
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