A keresés eredménye

Truly equal

I am enamoured of this tender piece of countryside, of its armrest of solitude near which
thunderstorms come obediently to bring themselves to an end,
on the mast of which some forlorn face gets lit up from time to time and soothes me again.
 
As far back in time as I can remember, I
figure myself bending over the vegetables of my father's disorderly garden,
focusing my attention on saps,
looking kissingly at the shapes and colours that the half-nightly wind irrigated better than men's disabled hands.
 
Prestige of a comeback offuscated by not a single fortune.
Midday tribunals, I am keeping watch.
 
I, who have the privilege of feeling at the same time despondency and trust, defection and courage, have memorized nobody but the fugitive angle of an encounter.
 
On a road of lavender and wine,
we used to walk side by side in a childish surrounding made of dust filled up to the throat with briars, both knowing we loved each other.
 
It is not a fable-headed man that you would kiss later on, behind the mists of your unchanging bed.
Now, you are naked and the best of all women but only today when you are going through the exit of a rough hymn.
 
Is space for ever that absolute and shining off-time, such a feeble counter-attack ?
Yet, I, predicting all this, affirm that you are living

Shared Presence

You're in a hurry to write
As if you were late for life
If that is so, make a procession of your sources
 
Hurry up
Hurry and transmit
Your part of wonderful, of rebellion, of beneficience
Indeed, you're late for life
Inexpressible life
The only one, in fact, to which you accept to unite yourself
That which is refused to you every day by beings and things
From whom you laboriously obtain some slight fragments here and there
At the end of merciless fights
Outside of it, all is submitted agony, crude end
If you encounter death during your work
Meet it as a sweaty nape enjoys a dry handkerchief
 
By bowing
If you want to laugh
Offer your submission
Never your weapons
 
You've been created for rare moments
Modify yourself, disappear without regret
At the discretion of suave rigour
 
Block after block, the liquidation of the world goes on
Without interruption
Without distraction
 
Spread the dust
No one will discover your union