Best Vide Poems

one more step
the song that calls you 
into the void...

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translation below

Tomber dans le vide

Je rêve de toi
Je rêve de toi toute la nuit

Je bois du vin
Je bois l'amour 
Je suis triste dans la nuit
Je...

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A soul, when turned away from counterpart
exists outside the space it occupies;
unsteady hand, immortalize these lines,
erase the doubt that lay upon this heart.
The sentiments appear,...

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50 Words for Poe: Vide Cor Meum



Look into my heart
see it’s sinew ripped
in the hole daisies grow
and death renews
forget-me-nots
unfurling crushed blue
from their
black soiled
deep dead 
purple...

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O Joy, what have I in living
For we formed a poetic saga
Lovers we were to remain
But we departed as enemies
Too many rhymes ridden with
Pretentious prose...

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Rêves perdus, rêves morts

Les fleurs dansent
Les fleurs chantent
Le printemps est ici
Je suis, pas loin d'ici


Dans la forêt
Dans une cabine
Caché
Avec mon cœur
Rien ne me touche ici


Je...

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You ...

are the breath of heaven,
          an exhalation of the divine ire ...
   ...

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    It was very hard

          to creep
      ...

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Righteousness expressed in struggle’s ply,
 comes shining in a single lifetimes chance;
 From life’s shadows dim a gift will rise,
 explicit in one solemn watcher’s...

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Claquée j’ai quitté mon lit douillé 
J’ai peur de sombrer dans ma tête souillée 
Dans mes rêves je suis toujours exilée 
Je n’ai jamais trouvé...

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Translation below

Valse des morts


Je valse
Je valse, valse, valse
le journée, la nuit
Le long des rues
Le long de la rivière
Je valse jusqu'à ce que je ressens la...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside...

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The blue hour takes root ...

There is the dark wing of the steamer,
Which takes the open sea, and carries away its regrets,
Tiny passengers, waving handkerchiefs
And...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s PEACE PROJECT 9 - le Projet de la paix 9 by T. Wignesan

…………………..Comme gel sous l’eau noire, sommeil fatale, crapaud. ...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham:...

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