The Deception of Free Verse Dreams Ii, Translation of L Imposture Du Vers Libre By Rene Etiemble

The deception of “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan “Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti My love is not blue like a lake my love is not blue like a sky but red swollen with blood and of ire No lapping sounds of oars playing out a nocturne Bienne lake or that of Bourget ever beat out the loping of my heart My love’s neither blue nor like a lake nor like a sea of oil In the cauldron of boiling oil a witch throws in a thumb and the formula My witching love sputters and bursts out stinging these busts and this lip red Vehement like a she-demon it dances in a mad whirl My left temple wails with the furious ocean which rumbles under my pillow What ships wreck in this sunken heart still bleeding of all the hearts it peeled bleeding bodies of the young girl And this heart weeps over its deaths Like those on All Souls’ Day the old hoary woman weeping twisted up into wailing somersaults which pad the cries of skeletons clinging to rapacious granite My heart beating on the pillow muffles the voice of the friend which begged the evening gone by “Tell me it’s not over yet!” And like the ocean cowardly I collapse into my bed to better listen to the tolling of my temples and my heart a delusionary song of joy. Signed: Jean Louverné (pseudonym) (c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014 (Translation