De la terre nue autour du site  
D'orientation la quadrature    
De l'horizon à bon escient    
Main en visière face au soleil.         
 
Descente dans l'herbe gelée    
Craquante à souhait    
Irisée des fées de nuit    
Cherchant sommeil le jour venu.        
 
Rencontre des moutons    
Bêlements emmêlés    
Des crottes sous la semelle    
Bonjour bonjour les Belles !      
 
Then Silence
Between the walls and the thickets
The dead lamb
A crow passes.        
 
find the way
sun and life
The ice in the hollows
On the dancing slabs.        
 
Parking et tutti quanti    
Les portières claquent    
S'asseoir sur un banc    
A l'écoute.        
 
 
976

Sachant parler aux arbres  
Il a revu sa copie    
Puis s'adossant au grand tilleul    
Évoquer les courses des enfants    
Dans le parc de la mairie.        
 
Entrons en regard-esprit    
De tous côtés dispos    
Prêts à saisir le bon regard le bon esprit    
A la pointe de l'épée     
Le travail accompli.       
 
One. Ne retenons pas nos larmes    
Soyons frère et sœur petite fleur    
Au passage du char à foin    
Sur la route poussiéreuse    
A rendre maman heureuse.        
 
Catfish close to the sand bank
I saw his bearded ghoul
In front of the descending felucca
With the swirling current
With big silver bubbles.        
 
Among the seaweed
This shape this woman
Ophelia in her hair
Spinning straight for the horizon
Where dance the fumaroles of the Power Plant.        
 
Sur les berges se terraient les ragondins    
A l'abri des platanes tressant couronnes    
Vers un ciel d'attente    
Vide d'un bleu capricieux    
Faisant place nette aux brillances.        
 
 
975

To build a home    
With his hands pound the straw    
Put up the walls       
Omen of a lifting of the ground  
Of its elected members    
To compose with water, light and earth    
Before night marks the end of the day.             
 
They were
near the fountain
The mullet ready to tread the fresh watercress
Two clever elves
Dabbling in their memories
Why and how
To raise the building in this place.        
 
Ah ! That ! I flew over them
Their shade trees planted
When the harsh sun
Brought together three generations
In front of Pierrot's canvas taking a gentle siesta
Knitting, chatting and reading the newspaper
Gathering the bravest.            
 
The morning mists fade away
Raising straight like Baptiste the herbs of the night
For pastourelle on waking
Sing songs and laughter
On the front of the house
That they built our ancestors
For more than their lifetime.        
 
 
974

I took my hands out of my pockets    
To feel if the rain was falling    
On top of fingers.        
 
And it was too much
I saw you
Sparkling in your princely finery.        
 
The corner of the eye
We knew we didn't know
Purify us in each other's shadow.        
 
To remember
The cherry season
Reflects a motionless dawn.        
 
With trimming feathers
Escape through the passageway
The smell of a mechoui.        
 
Prudence and pippin apples
Night and day
It took a lot of courage to part without hesitation.            
 
Beat the campaign    
Between cornflowers and poppies    
Crumple the thin-stemmed wheat.      
 
When the wind populates the poplars
On the wooden box
The rose alone.        
 
My little blue horizons
Show me
This eternal dawn.        
 
Caramel Searings
Trunk parts
To burn on the altar.        
 
In this summer in associates
Cruelty of fast passing
Dried flowers on the pavement.        
 
Walk in the alley of Alyscamps
Before it's all taken away
Form wisdom on the field.        
 
By two
When joys and sorrows parade
Memories remain on hangers hung.        
 
Laughter flakes
Dotting rue Nicolle
The children's room.        
 
Finely in love with you
With juniper flower
We got the ball rolling.        
 
Tenderly
On your knees
Have placed the palms of our hands.       
 
As for the kompucha    
There's more 
And so it is. My love.          
 
If you wanted    
By a sign from above from below    
Show me the way. I take.        
 
 
973

From the land where the daffodils grow
In April with marine hues
A spaceship appeared for less than a penny
I admit it
In these wanderings of love
My wife from Lorraine
In the hollow of the red lands
To scratch with his fingernails
The last rages of rupture
As the wild geese passed
On the ponds
of our meeting.         
 
An egg placed on the bistro table
Trot and scoundrel a coffee on the zinc
At the exit of Questembert
At the passage of the Romanos
Picking up the rusty junk
That they will sell in Luxembourg
For mesh from
From a cradle in Cantebonne    
Enchanted with pearls    
The red horses of our cavalcade    
In the name of the freedoms of a grace come    
The beak of madness prickling our face.          
 
long road
Under the shelters of Maginot
We were married
The time for ripe apples
To collect cut flowers
Thrown at the bottom of HLM
To sing Brel and Ferré
Without the return 4 L blue    
Dreaming of mistletoe on all floors    
The thresher on the stubble of Fillières    
Broken into small pieces of debris    
After the passage of the mine train.
 
 
972

Passe poussière    
Au porte-à-porte    
Des actes de Foi    
La flamme vacille    
Au gré des éclats de voix.        
 
A même la plaine    
Où combattent les ombres    
S'enroulent dans les taillis    
Les serpents de l'alarme    
Sous le rire du chêne-maître.         
 
Les mains arc-en-ciel    
Du jour de Pâques    
Jouent roucoulent farigoulent    
En ordre dispersé    
In the court of instincts.        
 
massive attack    
Des rappeurs de la peur    
A écorcher le mouton d'or    
Sur le billot du temps    
Visage de la mort.        
 
Sac de noix     
Jeté à la volée    
Sur le plancher de bois    
Fait déraison    
Une fois passé saison.        
 
Craque la branche sèche    
Sur le sarcophage de l'attente    
Les petits hommes de pierre    
Sur les lèvres du trou    
Jetèrent la rose dernière.        
 
 
971

The cat is here
And it's good like that.        
 
Chew the blade of grass
And look at the sky.        
 
The leaves are shaking
Under a perky wind.        
 
cross the meadow
The colored birds.        
 
running around in my head
The story of the Petite Fadette.        
 
I get up to take a few steps
Change of perspective.        
 
The light flashes in the foliage
Beads of sunshine in the eyes.        
 
What is there in front of me
Look at me.        
 
I crush a weed between my fingers
To smell it and lick it.        
 
A dog barks then falls silent
A car passes in the distance.        
 
The clouds haven't moved    
Reserve immobility.        
 
The earth spins and me with it
Yet I feel nothing.        
 
I grab the mug of chicory
And take a sip.
 
computer hums
full of compassion.
 
My tinnitus is creeping me out 
" You are alive."
 
A last glance at the text
And I leave the keyboard.
 
 
970

As long as the gaze arises  
Like a metronome    
On the beach of our solitude  
And that you utter some peroration    
Like a drunken boat in search of the right direction    
Survive the man on the finger of God    
Haranguing the piano under the colored butterflies    
From a score written to the merit of blood.        
 
So it would be tough and generous
The answer to the question
That no member of the family can decipher :    
" Me and the others are the guides    
On the edge of Knowledge    
And no one should appear in this state    
Without the clothes of clouds the trees of the forest    
With vanilla scents. "        
 
Then on an ordinary weekday morning       
As the rooster crowed    
Erasing the complaints of the night    
The Great Form rose athwartly    
Soon followed by a scream    
The cry of the cursed skies    
That the gesticulants in white dawn    
Tried to circumscribe the coastline.        
 
 
969

This morning the window was open
'Cause he thought he could come back
To talk to him
In her weak and gentle voice
Like he usually does.        
 
He preferred to be alone    
To think    
To meditate    
To reach the source    
And question the past.        
 
Wide open about his projects
There behind the chair
One of his sons was missing
What he accepted
To break his chains.            
 
Coming home from shopping
He would tidy up his things
The bed will be made
As a last resort
To fulfill his destiny.        
 
What if his brother called    
It would be like before    
He would go to meet her   
Following the tradition    
To be useful.        
 
 
968

Wisely sitting on the stone
Eugene was thinking of Onegin
The Man of the Noble Land
To the bud unhooked from its tree.        
 
The Hand passed from left to right
To clear the fog on the glass
Without paying attention to drips
Gathering the water in the goulich.        
 
In favor of this new year    
Missive forces sent    
To known households    
Tightened our bonds.        
 
To have removed the box
Bring some air
For vermilion scents
sing "Jingle All the Way".        
 
The Collarbone Bearer
This writing genius
When he crossed the street
Was knocked down and died on the spot.         
 
We kept on walking
And our feet hurt
We keep working
And the hands hurt us.        
 
We didn't know how to love
Except at the entrance to cemeteries
Find our brothers and sisters
Head down and flowers joined.        
 
It was a dream
Or rather an opportunity
To confirm our destiny
Cry and smile when leaving the stage.        
 
let's get ready
All together
To live from the well and the earth
To answer the Call.        
 
Without seeing too clearly
By dint of knocking on the door
It might open
And going inside would be joy.        
 
The beautiful faces of beautiful people
would welcome us
We the recipients
Of communication with the Invisible.        
 
 
967