Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

November 07, 2014


(NB. a new arrangment of two poems)

i. la dangereuse

Few things are as beautiful as reindeer moss,

        glittering and drenched with frost; or the rattle of chestnut
brown leaves against the fall blue. Or the full lit moon, casting

        fleet, slip-away frostbows like evasive dreams; or my sister
hydroplaning in a midnight storm and wrecking her car.

ii. la noyée*

The last piano music I heard my sister play has just begun –

light through the greening heather of March, the distance between sprig and  rain

– snapped to a standstill in refrain: the rain falling, the sprig in a vase

and this in shadow to dissuade loss of colour, put out of the light

that final music: her hair untravelled by wind, curled up, kitten-thin.

Posted by Delire at November 7, 2014 11:35 AM