La dètresse s'enroule

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1. Au Lecteur La sottise, l’erreur, le péché, la lésine, Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps, Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords, Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine. Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux, Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux, Croyant par de vils pleurs laver […]...
2. Les idéaux Des montagnes enneigées, Des monuments anciens, Le nord qui nous signe, La pensée qui coule, Des images mouillées Par les hymnes de notre histoire, Des mots épigraphiques Faits par des idéaux géométriques....
3. Peut être Le nuage s’est battu Avec le sable, Sous la pluie Des “non” et des “oui”, Marchant avec de la force Sur la logique Qui écoute À l’impasse des “peut être”....
4. La fin Le goût des fruits Ne part pas De ma bouche, Mais la tristesse des mots Détruit les nuages Et presse la neige Comptant les cailloux. Mais toi, Tu m’as pas dit Pourquoi tu m’as trompe, Pourquoi avec la peine Et l’injuste tu voudrais Dire, que la fin Se brûle toujours Avec des larmes....
5. L'Adieu J’ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère L’automne est morte souviens-t’en Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre Odeur du temps Brin de bruyère Et souviens-toi que je t’attends...
6. Le Verbe Кtre Je connais le dйsespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le dйsespoir n’a pas d’ailes, il ne Se tient pas nйcessairement а une table desservie sur une terrasse, le soir, au bord de La mer. C’est le dйsespoir et ce n’est pas le retour d’une quantitй de petits faits Comme des graines qui quittent а la nuit […]...
7. Spleen (IV) Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle Sur l’esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que de l’horizon embrassant tout le cercle Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits; Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide, Où l’espérance, comme un chauve-souris, S’en va battant le […]...
8. Cendre La cheminée Voulait Mettre un point, À la proposition Que le chemin De mes rêves A collée Sur le mot bonheur, Avec des flammes Du bois mouille Que j’ai ramasse De mon âme Et que j’avais osé De le transformer en cendre....
9. Des limites De petits morceaux de verre Dans la chambre vide Des murmures incompréhensibles, Causent du sang A nos limites, Qui remplissent De blessures La caresse de notre âme....
10. Visage volè l'oiseau Poem by Anne-Marie Derése Je ne sais qui tu caches Sous ton visage inventè, Ton visage volè l’oiseau, Emprisonnè de cendre rouge. Je vais t’aimer comme on meurt. Je vais te garder Pour les annèes venir. Tu seras si apprivoisè, Si incroyable, Mon ètrange animal, Avec tes lévres ouverte Sur un sourire perdu. Je boirai […]...
11. The Little Piou-Piou (The French “Tommy”). Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau, And some of us slinked in the slum; But now we are here with a song and a cheer To serve at the sign of the drum. They put us in trousers of scarlet, In big sloppy ulsters of blue; In boots that are […]...
12. Distress Coils Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. The waiting volcano inside us Gnaws, digs, trembles, Weighs its chances. Distress coils up, Shrinks silent like a sick beast. We are unrecognizable, Unique In the certainty of our ferocity....
13. A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child MY noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my First Epistle beg ye, At dawn of morn, and close of even, To lift your heart and hands to Heaven. In double duty say your prayer: Our Father first, then Notre Pere. And, dearest child, along the day, In every thing you do and say, Obey and […]...
14. Epitaph In The Form Of A Ballade Freres humains qui apres nous vivez, N’ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis… Men, brother men, that after us yet live, Let not your hearts too hard against us be; For if some pity of us poor men ye give, The sooner God shall take of you pity. Here are we five or six strung up, […]...
15. Sonnet 31 – Thou comest! all is said without a word Thou comest! all is said without a word. I sit beneath thy looks, as children do In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through Their happy eyelids from an unaverred Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue The sin most, but the occasion-that we two Should […]...
16. New England Magazine Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, Whose cheveaux long and curly. “Je am a poete, sir,” dit he, “Je live where tres grande want teems- I’m faim, sir. Sil vous plait give me Un franc or cinquatite centimes.” I donne him […]...
17. The Sonnets To Orpheus: IV O you tender ones, walk now and then Into the breath that blows coldly past, Upon your cheeks let it tremble and part; Behind you it will tremble together again. O you blessed ones, you who are whole, You who seem the beginning of hearts, Bows for the arrows and arrows’ targets Tear-bright, your lips […]...
18. Les Fenêtres Du rouge au vert tout le jaune se meurt Quand chantent les aras dans les forêts natales Abatis de pihis Il y a un poème à faire sur l’oiseau qui n’a qu’une aile Nous l’enverron en message téléphonique Truamatisme géant Il fait couler les yeux Voilà une jolie jeune fille parmi les jeunes Turinaises Le […]...
19. As One does Sickness over As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured As One rewalks a Precipice And whittles at the Twig That held Him from Perdition Sown sidewise in the Crag A Custom of the Soul Far after suffering Identity to question For evidence’t has been...
20. Sonnet VI Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of ‘bus and tram, A garret and a glimpse across the roofs Of clouds blown eastward over Notre Dame, The glad-eyed streets and radiant gatherings Where I drank deep the bliss of being young, The strife and sweet potential flux of things I […]...
21. Swallows Travel To And Fro SWALLOWS travel to and fro, And the great winds come and go, And the steady breezes blow, Bearing perfume, bearing love. Breezes hasten, swallows fly, Towered clouds forever ply, And at noonday, you and I See the same sunshine above. Dew and rain fall everywhere, Harvests ripen, flowers are fair, And the whole round earth […]...
22. A Hall The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I chose one on the side, Not to the main building-to its left wing, The one in green copper, worn into gaps below. I pushed. Then it was revealed: An astonishing large hall, in warm light. […]...
23. A Pit but Heaven over it A Pit but Heaven over it And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad, And yet a Pit With Heaven over it. To stir would be to slip To look would be to drop To dream to sap the Prop That holds my chances up. Ah! Pit! With Heaven over it! The depth is all my thought […]...
24. Les Colchiques Le pré est vénéneux mais joli en automne Les vaches y paissant Lentement s’empoisonnent Le colchique couleur de cerne et de lilas Y fleurit tes yeux sont comme cette fleur-la Violatres comme leur cerne et comme cet automne Et ma vie pour tes yeux lentement s’empoisonne Les enfants de l’école viennent avec fracas Vêtus de […]...
25. Sonnet V: O! How Can Love O! How can LOVE exulting Reason queil! How fades each nobler passion from his gaze! E’en Fame, that cherishes the Poet’s lays, That fame, ill-fated Sappho lov’d so well. Lost is the wretch, who in his fatal spell Wastes the short Summer of delicious days, And from the tranquil path of wisdom strays, In passion’s […]...
26. Sonnet XXXVI: Lead Me, Sicilian Maids Lead me, Sicilian Maids, to haunted bow’rs, While yon pale moon displays her faintest beams O’er blasted woodlands, and enchanted streams, Whose banks infect the breeze with pois’nous flow’rs. Ah! lead me, where the barren mountain tow’rs, Where no sounds echo, but the night-owl’s screams, Where some lone spirit of the desart gleams, And lurid […]...
27. Apparition La lune s’attristait. Des sйraphins en pleurs Rкvant, l’archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleurs Vaporeuses, tiraient de mourantes violes De blancs sanglots glissant sur l’azur des corolles. -C’йtait le jour bйni de ton premier baiser. Ma songerie aimant а me martyriser S’enivrait savamment du parfum de tristesse Que mкme sans regret et sans […]...
28. The Voices The rich and fortunate do well to keep silent, For no one cares to know who and what they are. But those in need must reveal themselves, Must say: I am blind, Or: I’m on the verge of going blind, Or: nothing goes well with me on earth, Or: I have a sickly child, Or: […]...
29. Une Charogne Rappelez-vous l’objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d’été si doux : Au détour d’un sentier une charogne infame Sur un lit semé de cailloux, Les jambes en l’air, comme une femme lubrique, Brûlante et suant les poisons, Ouvrait d’une façon nonchalante et cynique Son ventre plein d’exhalaisons. Le soleil rayonnait sur cette […]...
30. A Job for McGuinness Oh, it’s dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work – and enjoyment That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss Whenever he tried for employment. He wrote to employers from Bondi to Bourke, From Woolloomooloo to Glen Innes, But he found – though his wife could get plenty […]...
31. Triple Time This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the present A time traditionally soured, A time unrecommended by event. But equally they make up something else: This is the furthest future childhood saw Between long houses, under travelling skies, Heard in contending bells An […]...
32. Chapel Deacon Who put that crease in your soul, Davies, ready this fine morning For the staid chapel, where the Book’s frown Sobers the sunlight? Who taught you to pray And scheme at once, your eyes turning Skyward, while your swift mind weighs Your heifer’s chances in the next town’s Fair on Thursday? Are your heart’s coals […]...
33. 255. Verses to Miss Cruickshank BEAUTEOUS Rosebud, young and gay, Blooming in thy early May, Never may’st thou, lovely flower, Chilly shrink in sleety shower! Never Boreas’ hoary path, Never Eurus’ pois’nous breath, Never baleful stellar lights, Taint thee with untimely blights! Never, never reptile thief Riot on thy virgin leaf! Nor even Sol too fiercely view Thy bosom blushing […]...
34. Hymn 153 The distemper, folly, and madness of sin Sin, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, And the physician, God. Our beauty and our strength are fled, And we draw near to death; But Christ the Lord recalls the dead With his almighty breath. Madness by nature reigns within, […]...
35. Dream Song 43: 'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver ‘Oyez, oyez!’ The Man Who Did Not Deliver Is before you for his deliverance, my lords. He stands, as charged For This by banks, That cops, by lawyers, by Publishingers for Them. I doubt he’ll make Old bones. Be. I warned him, of a summer night: consist, Consist. Ex-wives roar. Further, the Crown holds that […]...
36. Prayer You talk o’ prayer an’ such – Well, I jest don’t know how; I guess I got as much Religion as a cow. I fight an’ drink an’ swear; Red hell I often raise, But never said a prayer In all my days. I’m honest, right enough; Don’t take no stock in crimes; I’m jest […]...
37. George Gray I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called […]...
38. Safety-Clutch Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin’ All the place where he had fell. And I says, apostrophisin’ That uncommon woful wreck: “Your position’s so surprisin’ That I tremble for your neck!” Then that ruin, smilin’ sadly And impressive, up and spoke: “Well, I wouldn’t tremble badly, For […]...
39. The Chances I mind as ‘ow the night afore that show Us five got talking, we was in the know, “Over the top to-morrer; boys, we’re for it, First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that’s tore it.” “Ah well,” says Jimmy, an’ ‘e’s seen some scrappin’ “There ain’t more nor five things as can ‘appen; Ye […]...
40. Song and dance do you think an old heart can’t sing Do you think an old heart can’t dance With a love that belongs to spring – Nor i – till i took this glance In a mirror long put-by – denied The least touch of light (there being No cause but to let it hide) Yet now […]...