The likeness of snow-covered heaps on desert-searing nights Of a scathing wind that cursed a name and brought it By the crook of a deserted nest sunbathed by bare hands, Seducing a whistle to the primeval waters that shoehorn rocks Reflected with an awakening flutter within a cold room With lip of ice and loitering … Continue reading Mes mots dans ce rêve.
Silence, It is memory. Leaf fallen, Midnight wind, west, I said, “I’m sorry.”
Silence as the beating river in the ghoul of a northern wind, Silence as the beating river in the ghoul of a northern wind I kneel towards thin estuaries and darken the shawl with pearls I kneel towards thin estuaries and darken the shawl with pearls The northern river kneels, beating pearls, As the shawl … Continue reading A Northern Wind.
I drift further among away, Resting my eyes on plated silver dawn, Pangs of washed fatigue drench themselves to me As the gull and plumage become the taken folding life; There are those, some stammer visiting, Silence as a branch—extending its limbs; those trifle woody plants, But then I must turn again. You fear the … Continue reading I Drift Further Among Away (Of Myself).
“Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;” –Quotation from Sonnet 19 by William Shakespeare. Afore the affliction of past perfection,By all the mires and their intent,I’ve met so many long ago—profusion grinned,And as the … Continue reading The Fall of Patois.