Dans l'instant   
je rougis de ta venue   
et ne puis toucher ta main   
de mon souffle   
en épanouissement   
de la riante promesse   
de pouvoir te faire renaître.      
 
Il y eut cet accroc   
des hommages répétés   
à la porte des temples   
alors que je quémandais   
les caresses naissantes   
d'un soleil virginal   
arrosé de rosé.      
 
À même l'argile prégnante   
je rompis le cercle des sphaignes   
pour d'un arc murmuré   
écarter les lèvres aimées   
de cette mort entretenue   
baignant la mélancolique nuit   
 d'étranges chevelures.      

Can't but
puff out his nostrils
and take doves' wings
make the heart throb
proud to maintain
the memory of blooms
with a gentle kiss.      
 
 
1105

One, hellish plains
that youth abhors
open up in front
The belly
to look at me better.      
 
Septembre au sceptre doré   
annonce fermeture de la maison   
quand passe soleil au firmament   
de la journée   
ma belle boulangère.       
 
were surreptitious
shadow apparitions
nothing prevents you from being lenient
by the songs by the roses
O fruit of light.      
 
As soon as loved
when dawn shines
I noticed that in his mind
lay across
his seeded body.      
 
Roulez à cœur perdu   
par les sentes ombrées   
nos âmes empenaillées   
qui devant l'âtre   
soufflent la romance.      
 
With both hands
cheeks on fire
they conquered the imperfect word
to get drunk, à se défier   
avant d'éclore le lendemain.      
 
Point of crumpled paper
at the cornucopia
through the secret chambers
blew a circle of air
embryo of the drippings of the mind.      
 
Ployons la baguette du sourcier   
par dessus la rime gonflée   
stance odorante des rires infernaux   
saisie sans linceul   
la joie fuyant la peine.      
 
Du pic épeiche de la forêt   
perché sans arrogance   
le menhir arguait l'accomplissement   
de tant d'années à soulever encore   
au passage des korrigans.      
 
 
1104
 

Écrire n'est pas d'éradiquer   
d'une plume grasse   
la virginité de la page.
   
The path is at this price.      
 
Look on the sly
the passage of time
causes a pileup of reason
and unearthed corpse.      
 
Also it seems
more here
to stand there
hung on the knob of the banister.      
 
everything is pure.
  
between his lips
rises the rattle of the exhausted beast.
    
" Tell yourself that we are killing you ".      
 
Se tenir à l'écart   
en contrebas de l'octroi   
rend la chose facile   
telle tâche de sang du temps des cerises.      
 
Let's stay in silence
at the fork.
   
Let's discover the secret screen
invalidations.      
 
To lift the vasistas
on the sunset side
expose to make visible
the path at the place of the orifice.      
 
The bereaved soul
delays erecting the bulwark
in front of the senseless writing.      
 
Do your work
child of the inverted sun
whose vague silhouette
bury the cause.      
 
 
1103

To write is to go
where the visible stops.    
 
To write
it's packed
not knowing where we are going.       
 
It is to be
in front of the great dry stone wall
lair of vipers
and mixed treasures.     
 
It is to arrive at the port
after wandering
from shore to shore
away from the storms
and other sufficiencies.      
 
It's not to be there
when we expect you
finger on the seam
slow erect
out of the traces of reflux.      
 
is to live
lightly
leaning on his heart.      
 
so weak you are
you will provide
to your need for elevation,   
this space
where to breathe great hikes
in the sun of the mind.      
 
To write
it's not to be there anymore.      
 
To write
it is to be a cork
on the sea of ​​outrages
to feel with all his fingers
the crevices of the rubbish
warning signs
smoothness of the soul.      
 
To write
it is also,
Alone,   
to cross the threshold of his house
for nothing.      
 
To write
is to seek what we have already found,    
simple village idiot
in search of photons of light.      
 
1102

are surprised at nothing
the fibrils of the poem
when harvest time comes.      
 
By the light of the gray lamps
he is fashionable
to cut them off.      
 
tender leaves
in fulfillment of a detour of the soul
perspective operates.      
 
sorry to be late
the waves progress
in small swigs of pleasure.      
 
Minimum hollow
without the heart faltering
the rocks are crying.      
 
To hear only the sea
the hands hook the garment
as the hem.      
 
redhead of reason
she allowed the witty woman
to operate permanently.      
 
slender fingers
split the scales
with a gesture of mad love.      
 
Fleurs and water
we are at the top of the promontory
a flock of sparrows.     
 
 
1101

The day I write
I participate
I preempt.      
 
Le soir je lis   
Manière de voir en lettres bleues   
L'histoire des origines.   
 
And leaving I rehash
I open Gehenna
Past facts.      
 
In the thickets of time
The impressions jostle
Frankish Beasts with Sacred Imprint.      
 
In a chiaroscuro sfumato
Stands the menhir
Of what would be true.          
 
Within earshot
Self control
Cover the pain.      
 
The wind now
Can't make the cherry tree shiver
Without memories coming.      
 
children and parents
crack the whip
accounts to settle.      
 
Déjà vu
Already heard
And it's already tomorrow.      
 
There is no more elsewhere
At the hangers of beauty
Hang soft thoughts.   
 
The leaves may fall
Every year I don't hear them anymore
From my house with multiple entrances.      
 
The covered walkways
cover the dead
For more gratitude.     
 
stay here and there
The Rejection of Understanding
In defiance of convention.      
 
dispossess oneself
Shape the future
Towards what will be.         
 
Far from lists and other unfolded
I followed the white plume
Branches of reason.      
 
De chemin   
Point   
Juste les formes de l'illusion.      
 
Arrange
Without lining up
Visions offer.     
 
Through the breach
I saw smoking
The first fire.      
 
Little hands of fate
To the soft skin of the morning
I propose that the spirit come. 
 
If I limp a little
It's out of fear and wonder
To shatter ordinary sentences.     
 
So stripped of everything
We may be benevolent
To where we're going.  
 
1100

On edge
At the water's edge
The clouds are unraveling
Until late at night.      
 
The sea is rising
Bringing algae and plastics
On the beach with noisy children
Let the parents reprimand.      
 
Fruits de mer et crêpes sarrasines   
En fond des luette    
Signent d'un cidre brut   
Le bulletin de bonne conduite.      
 
Combining juniper and apple
Adam and Eve
Gather the party lumps
Under the garland of the guinguette.      
 
Together
In the cutting of mountain ash
The sun sets
With her red and yellow fingers adorned.       
 
Remontant l'estuaire   
L'Écailleur aux huîtres bleues   
Sur son paddle endimanché   
Agite ses drapeaux de prière.      
 
Un train passe   
Sur le pont du Nord   
Un bal y est donné   
En souvenir des enfants obstinés.      
 
1099

Plaisamment tendres  
À l'heure de la feuillée   
Les branches du frêne tombèrent   
Autour de l'arbre franc   
Tronc d'amour    
Pour des alouettes dérivantes   
Sur la planèze des souvenirs   
En raclant au passage   
Le fond des narses   
Que les géraniums en reconduction   
Fleurissent à foison.        
 
Que naissent et meurent   
Traces dorées sur les stèles   
Ces Êtres par le sang donné   
Au clair de lune   
Écartant d'un trait de lumière   
Les ombres de la douleur   
Aux doigts graciles   
De la femme aimée   
Descendue des hautes terres   
Parée de silence   
Par ces temps de déraison.      
 
Cinq demoiselles m'avaient tendu la main   
Pour le prix d'un ex-voto   
De seconde jeunesse   
Loin des listes préparées   
À la porosité précieuse   
Ouvrant par le devant   
Le ventre des enchantements   
Alouette belle comète   
À remercier mille fois   
Loin des siens   
Aurore en fête.      
 
1098

 Great train
The commensals of genuflection
In the shade of rustling beeches.      
 
Capture the innocence
Talons warped by the heatwave
The mocking eagles.      
 
To no longer know how to count to three
He undertook a weary war
The walk towards the cliff.      
 
In his room
He no longer had anyone to talk to
Since the hemorrhage of silence.      
 
The overplayed look
The end of the weekend
Storm warning for the next day.      
 
Oh yes
Would you do it again
My Sweet One to hold my hand.
 
Silver net
Poplars in the vibrant wind
Fear the night.
 
On mother-grandmother's thimble
Go to crew menu
The mind pages of the Vulgate.
 
what have you done
Mr Father
From this brood to the wind coming.
 
Over hugging the device
The poetic word
Avoid the secret of the Enlightenment.
 
Such wings of desire
Might as well get on your knees
Before any prediction.
 
Everything that is rare is expensive
Said Aladdin's lamp
In its utopian dimension of liberalism.
 
Released from the chains of oblivion
He promulgated the thing
By participatory use of speech.
 
Torn up, scattered, scar
He presented his candle
In total abandonment of his destitution.
 
A few dead leaves
Scattered
Out of sight.
 
Heaven. 
 
 
1097

white feather
Enlisted by force
She was fluttering
Reminiscent of wheat and blueberries
From the motherland.      
 
Vibrant au vent léger   
D'un verbe assuré   
Elle montait les marches   
De la nuptialité   
Pour plus de nuits d'amour.      
 
Des vaguelettes formant chèche   
À la porte des Tournelles   
Encorbellées  par le chant des pastourelles   
Courbaient les tiges sèches de l'ombelle   
Avant l'entrée dans le sanctuaire.       
 
Tenant le petit frère par l'épaule   
Elle s'épancha   
Dernière fleur violette   
Musardant sur la murette   
Un souffle d'air pour la collecte.      
 
1096