Blanches Poems - Poems about Blanches

The Night Before

...I did not sleep that night,
the hotel room was already taking on
the chill ambience, smell, and sounds
of an intensive care unit.

Occasional distant laughter
in a corridor where people are car...

can't stop thinking

...I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That the sun i...

To Be Followed 4

...In open schools,
On the laziness of orange trees,
On the beds of straw,
I’m looking for it,

In the naked mills,
On the guest books,
On the square roofs,
I’m looking for it,

Under the shee...

Les Perce - Neige

...Je vois partout de beaux bouquets
de clochettes blanches à l’air fragile ;
Ces petites fleurs aux têtes courbées
feuilles vert-foncé et tiges graciles.

Sur une pelouse forestière
un tapis blan...

Too Late, the Black Telephone

...Autumn
Memory comes back, 
Piece by piece,
dropping into mind,
as leaves falling one by one,

These colors reflect the sweetness, and bitterness
of memories

I stood in the midst of a road 
...

The Black Telephone

...Autumn
Memory comes back, 
Piece by piece,
dropping into mind,
as leaves falling one by one,

These colors reflect the sweetness, and bitterness
of memories

I stood in the midst of a road 
...

Raven's Bones

...Waterlilies brighten black
ripples, reeds, and rocks below.
An even flow, bane and blight
recedes to bare raven’s bones.

A grave of darkness blanches
In austere light on bloodless
banks, ...

Aging

...Nature ages like Youth,
a bougainvillea wrapped 
around a strapless watch.

Youth doesn’t look at the clock
but ignores passing hours unknowing,
innocent of the melting water.

It leaps and l...

Nothing Between

...

So full of empty between the ears;
void breeze reasoning,
zero thoughts a-blowing

Banished to the barren cornfields,
multi-grain years of accumulated wisdom
bear no pleasant, golden...

Translation of Eric Mottram's Courbet: Elegy 8 By T Wignesan

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et...

Translation of Eric Mottram's Time Sight Unseen, Part 4 By T Wignesan

... Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN - Part Four by T. Wignesan


"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontin...

One Candle

...Her crimson heart blanches,
   broken, her soul aches
never to numb her loss.

When songbirds silently retreat
to tallest treetops, shaken
she lights her solitary restlessness.
On the wind...

Red To Black

...Red to Black

                                                                                    
Pink?
Pinkish!
The first flush of youth on the face at the gate.
Who? Pat Bouwer.
Then she’s ...

Lacs Italie

...Aux lacs italiens

 
         Douce l'italie, ca n'est pas moi qui raillerai jamais tes
amants, méme quand la passion les emportant Bien au contraire,
les exces m'enchantent. Je me rapelle l'ent...

Death Tolls

...The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, ...

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