sans parole/wordless : heron blanc/white heron
Archives par mot-clé : birds
seflportrait (1)
I like to dry my clothes outside. I thought I was walking fast until I got to New Zealand. When I was very young, I believed that life was not worth living after fourty years old. I take a 5 k walk before my first meal of the day, but after several cups of coffee.
(Inspired by Edouard Leve, Autoportrait. I found an English translation at the book fair in Nelson in 2020) the silence of the streets*
I knew what strength was
but did not move
I spoke in parables
summoned to answer unanswerable questions
I was already missing the silence of the streets
or meeting my ghosts
in the bright light that sounded
the death knell for the birds dreaming
of being dinosaurs
… and on the way back
And on the way home
stopping in front of the bay,
which goes as far as forever
as far as the end of the world
I could see wild swans
but only from afar
and some white birds in a row
sometimes time is long
but life is short
sometimes time is long
so better go home words
approximate translation from French expressions with the word « aile » (wing)
battre de l’aile (go to the dogs)
couper les ailes (à quelqu’un) (go to the dogs)
à tire d’aile (flapping its wings hard)
avoir du plomb dans l’aile (to be in jeopardy, to be cast into doubt)
prendre sous son aile (to take under one’s wing)