Came the day
then night then day then night
spiritless pit of love and vertigo
the cones and rods of Vision
in the melodious welcome
of what waters us
Cyclopede and company
in step with life.      
 
For a word for a whole
death was allowed
as common currency
even joined to the moon
under the plume of smoke
that spat out in dry jerks
the troublemakers of the steel industry
with an air of course.      
 
Les cloques et claques   
des sabots de bois bouchonnés de paille   
arguaient de la neige à déblayer   
aux portes de l'étable   
pour que passage des bovins   
puisse se faire au cas où   
le tombereau sortirait   
chargé d'effluves nocturnes.      
 
There had to appear in the Being
and court bouillon in the hearth
when on the floor with disjointed slats
the father standing still
the cigarette at the corner of the lips
caused the passage of angels
auspicious silence
to the snapping of the knocks of the clock.      
 
Victor s'appelait Jean-Baptiste   
du côté de Verdun   
il s'était couché dans la boue   
le visage maculé les yeux grands ouverts   
sous le ciel bas et lourd   
ponctué par la mitraille   
œuvrant à qui mieux mieux   
dans les boyaux de la tranchée.      
 
On the fifteenth of the fifteenth
there are flowers
that a De Profundis by the way
couldn't say the same
the wind blowing under the attic door
such a faience bird chirping madly
in these times of misery
in these times of return to war.      
 
 
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Amants de profil    
de subtile manière enlacés    
vous fûtes branches à fleurs de printemps   
à fleurs de mots   
signant d'une geste grave   
le bleu d'un ciel délavé   
que les ruminants    
marmonnent avec détachement.      
 
Sonnailles des moutons   
à même la draille paresseuse   
pierres de granit traçant limites   
entre le tissus des chemins empruntés   
et la terre des narcisses   
aux élans aromatiques   
couronnés par le chant de l'alouette   
fleurant bon le regard du pâtre.      
 
Histoire recommencée depuis des lustres   
que la mémoire enserre   
d'une tresse de cardabelles   
aux cintres de l'horizon    
considérant le sifflement de l'air   
contre les déchirures de la falaise   
comme registre récipiendaire   
des âmes de passage en terre.       
 
Cil à cil   
la paupière s'ouvrit   
grave et mélancolique   
sous les doigts de l'aube   
prompte à décoller le millepatte léger   
de sa dalle d'origine   
derniers émois d'une énergie   
convoquant trésors de pacotille.      
 

1052

Il était derrière moi   
l'homme de Vitruve   
qui m'accompagne   
à me porter la rose   
la rose si précieuse   
du temps retrouvé.      
 
For little I went to join
my sister the disease
blend into the background
way to get in touch
with the relationship
and strange thing to find me there.      
 
There is no more Master
on the way to attention
where present to what is
the spring springing from the mountain
fringed by brilliance
mineral from the eternal quests.      
 
To contemplate the starry sky
as a Being who is Me
I listen and follow
of this innocent otherness
my childhood schoolyards
within earshot of the clear world.        
 
And I am water
in the secret of sparkling bubbles
quivering caresses
accomplishing on grainy rock
sentence and word
as an extension of the conductive bank.      
 
And I am fire
I ignite and disappear
in the sheaf of sparks
where everything is known
of the relentless glow
in the void of origins.      
 
Levé de bonne heure   
par vent frisé des premiers chants d'oiseaux   
j'ai partagé les gains de la nuit   
dans l'ombre de la liberté   
pour me fondre en Visage   
et atteindre gratitude.      
 
Eviter cette présence à Soi   
et c'est la Réalité qui se donne   
pour constellation des sens   
faire lien avec l'Incréé   
au Souffle d'une Conscience consciente d'elle-même 
propice au Rien des choses Venues.      
 
 
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Dwarf and fragile
as soon as he came into the world
she had no eyes
only for the heavens.      
 
Urgently disposed
at the wedding gate
she got back to work
striking the tile with his fingers.      
 
The rattle made the pilgrims turn
like snow in spring
the lace was flying
such bells of the moment.      
 
Even caught off guard
she danced the signs of passion
making the grasping of the branches his own
that the morning discovered clearly.      
 
The space above
sent back the knives
thrown on the fly
against the gray walls of oblivion.      
 
The space below
of darkness adorned
opened wide
his branched arms.      
 
The people of the elves
clicked the button "fin"   
for quivering wings
follow the variations of the Real.      
 
Free and insomniac
the mother of battles and births
evoked the miasma of repetition
in the orbit of a new day.      
 
Hasta luego
ampelopsis between the teeth
spread perfumes and hair on beloved feet
was the ultimate heist of the mind.      
 
 
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obliges me and constrains me
this force from above
to cover with his achievements
the culmination of the here and now.      
 
Bring me down to earth
solidarities and arpeggios
music of yesteryear
that of smoking bellies.      
 
For more generosity
got on my 31   
I fear conflict
very essence of society.      
 
Between order and movement
in peak all
I competed in analyzes
without falling into the nightmare.      
 
The rails have joined
to the white shape of fate
passing through Lorraine
without clogs or dondaine.      
 
Marche à l'ombre des peupliers bruissants   
calme l'émoi des choses pures   
pour sagesse des contes d'autrefois   
évoquer déchirures à colmater.      
 
Bend and desire me
pink without why
even eternal life
to sprinkle with stars the sky of our ignorance.      
 
( Peinture de Frédérique Lemarchand )
 

1049

La poésie claque les é et les i   
sur le présent   
à pleines dents de ce qui est   
à portée de sens   
à portée de fusil   
tirée en rafales    
sur les cibles de l'imaginaire.      
 
The poet rummages
leprechaun of the moment
on black earth
smelly occupations
of invaders who later
brought the sand yacht
on the landing beaches.      
 
The poet no longer dreams of the big night
he investigates the stars
in the light of dawn
to campaign
with the problems of the day
the pain of disappearances
and make songs of the unloved.      
 
Sometimes the poet puts away his excesses
to get used to the idea that there is nothing to do
that we do not order from nature
only by obeying him
and that to break everything
horns and trumpets are better
than the silence of the lambs.      
 
Brave poète   
plein d'assurance d'être par ailleurs   
aigle maraudant en montagne   
fouilleur de la vie   
fomenteur de querelles entre le vent et l'âme   
abandonneur des tourniquets de l'instinct   
pour devenir passant discret du sans-souci.      
 
 
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redwood apple
in front of the nursery
we drank tea
at the bottom of the stairs.     
 
Phil and Mich
all haloed by the bifurcation
in front of the moon
the oak had its druids.      
 
Quant à la haie du jardin   
se sont pressés les impétrants    
devant les verdures arborescentes   
des tableaux de Michel.      
 
The lit candelabras
in a sky full of spells
a smell of burnt flesh
to the inaudible message.      
 
A real landscape
for the rest of our eyes
with the laughter of God or men
in a shroud sewn at both ends.      
 

1047

Formally curled up
in the central aisle
for a one-way ticket
no particular assignment.   
 
Il relevait de la parodie   
en mettant bas l'enfant lion   
moment carnassier   
de l'instinct en reproduction.      
 
He went away
HIM the little guy
with its rubber wheels
on the gaping wound of the wave.      
 
No more little man
life grabbed him
and his memory
rebuilds the order of the past.      
 
A body with its sex
and voila
for a detour by the Ferris wheel
of an adventure without metaphor.      
 
Point of moral requirement
within reach of a kitchen knife
he cut the chance
who gave birth to him.      
 
It's all history
from writing to memory
the slow steps of the poet
find the intimate feelings.      
 
From one shame to another
the scariest thing is to believe yourself alone
when you don't walk vertically
and that we think we live by images.       
 
The first shock passed
why didn't you ask
reasonable form
not to have been there.      
 
Clear the overflow
close the shed door
find his place
this fear of no longer manage to write.      
 
What if the soul met the body
will it still be the canopy
from the book of hours
sleeping thoughts.      
 
Il faut de l'ordre   
et du désordre   
pour faire politique de contestation 
de ce qui est.      
 
Was, I can not do better
to be fair, the
in acceptance of my coming into the world
while I keep having a sun in my belly.     
 
Save
cross the generations
Door Shape
without a trace of breath.      
 
Is that I had to be destined
to go all the way
driven by desire
to say certain things.      
 
The sudden break with the world
allows for sophistication
disciplined momentum
for an orphic quest.       
 
I believe in chance
but to that of what we do with it
so that the rest will come
moreover.      
 
The words alone
can convince the memory
to be the scandal
to get things done.      
 
Salient elements
wave for freedom
to cut off the human race
after so many years of running away.      
 
Vivre   
c'est mourir un peu   
quand les mots retrouvent   
la reconstruction vécue du passé.      
 
I give way
who can tell me
that he comes from afar
speak forbidden words.      
 
 
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