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Written by Alain Bosquet | Create an image from this poem

No Need

 The elephant's trunk
is for picking up pistachios:
no need to bend over.
The giraffe's neck is for grazing on stars: no need to fly.
The chameleon's skin, green, blue, lavender, white, as it wishes, is for hiding from ravenous animals: no need to flee.
The turtle's shell, is for sleeping inside, even in winter: no need for a house.
The poet's poem, is for saying all of that and a thousand thousand thousand other things: no need to understand.
© 2001 translated by F.
J.
Bergmann
Written by Alain Bosquet | Create an image from this poem

What Forgotten Realm?

 Let me introduce to you
my poetry: it's an island flying
from book to book
searching for
the page where it was born,
then stops at my house, both wings wounded,
for its meals of flesh and cold phrases.
I paid dearly for the poem's visit! My best words lie down to sleep in the nettles, my greenest syllables dream of a silence as young as themselves.
Offer me the horizon which no longer dares to swim across even one book.
I will give you this sonnet in return: in that place live the birds signed by the ocean; and also these exalted consonants from which can be seen the brain tumors of stars.
Manufacturers of equators, to what client, to what wanderer who knows neither how to read nor love, have you resold my poem, that smiling predator who at each syllable leapt for my throat? My language is at half-mast since my syllables fled for safety, carrying with them, as one carries wedding gifts, all my spare sunrises.
My poem, as much as I dismiss you like a valet who for twenty-five years has been stealing my manuscript snows; as much as I walk you on a leash like a poodle that fears to tread the dawn; as much as I caress you, with an equator around your neck which devours my other images one by one, at each breath I begin you again, at each breath you become my epitaph.
A duel took place between the words and their syllables.
followed by the execution of overly rich poems.
The language bled, the last vowel surrendered.
Already the great reptiles were being conjugated.
Here is my last will and testament: the panther which follows my alphabet must devour it, if it turns back.
© 2001 translated by F.
J.
Bergmann