October 1672Box number four […] She pushes the leafless branches of a hawthorn aside and ventures through nettles, belly-high; her…
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The rigid landscape On this transparent day light sits on the stones If you touch the earth it crumbles Speech…
Wood Asleep Castle of ferns and sleep in a nest of flames, the forest has closed in on a sleeping…
DEPARTURE Enough seen. The vision has been encountered in all skies. Enough had. Sounds of cities, in the evening, and…
Homesick for the Earth One day we’ll say ‘The sun ruled then. Don’t you remember how it shone on the…
No Spitting To Georges Gautré No spitting on the ground and the ceiling’s round. A chicken laid an egg [or…
* From the sea to the menhirs,From the menhirs to the sea, The same road, two contrary windsWith the one…
leopardi’s tomb So many fingers have been singed, Sifting ashes in the Phoenix-nest; But he could harvest all this light…
25 DECEMBER The crows go cross cross cross across my old furrowed field My old delightful skies a crime for…
From ‘On Voit’ / ’Things seen’ Behind the window whose wood has been whitened (against the flies, against the ghosts)…
Topolalia A land made out of spillings. Here, and out of place Where no body can stand. Day by day…
On the hill, my tomb, marine cemetery On the hill, my tomb, marine cemetery Hidden in the mountain. Ghost-ancestors. Writing…
