لم يعد يعرفني أحد
،ولا حتى قصيدتي
ذلك العصفور
ضاق فيه القفص في صدري
،ورحل
زهرة الربيع على
الغصن الأخضر
تفتقت بذكرى
،لم تعد تعرفني
حصاد السنين
وحدة قاتلة
وريح كلما اقترب نفسها من وجهي
ذوت
وبذور حب
نبتت فوق صدر امرأة
.مجبولة بالسراب والألم
Bien-aimée
à toucher ton visage je deviens
l’haleine des étoiles
~
Mon cœur
abime sans borne
où meurent les étoiles
~
Entre nos lèvres
le pacte invisible
des étoiles de nuit
~
This poetry that I write, addressed to no one.
By the autumn road
waiting for no one
I listen to the wind
In my solitude I live,
The mortal wound which the knife
Of dame poetry did give
Bleeds a sea around my isle.
‘Who would venture into me?’
In starry nights and lone dawns
My waves in rattling chains sing
The clutch of infinity.
What am I? An adventure
Though a prisoner I be,
And the dungeon holding me
Burns aquiver with dawn-light.
Unfree thoroughly, and yet,
You tears, you fire, I do bless,
And pray the ache in my chest
Spread you wider poetry.
Alone with the stars
and the soft murmur
of the distant river,
down below the city
will clamor till dawn.
In the moonlight
a hermit sits
lost in the sky
One more dawn…
my heart a scatter
of leaves in the wind
Toute seule
dans l’immense nuit
elle est partie
chercher son ombre
dans l’ombre des étoiles
