La Paix et le Désert – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Peace and the Desert » by T. Wignesan
Pendant que la braise du campement de feu scintille
J’entendis l’appel
du courlis annonçant la naissance
ou la mort de quelques uns
le vent du désert calmait durant la nuit
et dans une voix
tremblante poussa un soupire à l’entrée interdite des pas
quand on entend le battement des tambours lointain
le petit matin arrive en ne faisant pas trop de bruit
la nuit des premiers âges est en fuite
laissant l’impression frémissante des bruits
du carnage et la puissance des carnivores
immobile, malgré l’espoir d’un roitelet gazouillant
un lézarde qui survive bougeant sur un roché
un émeu, deux cherchant de l’eau dans une source d’eau
les aigles fixent leur regarde en toute intensité
heureux du fait de ce que la nuit pourrait les apporter
les tourbillons s’élèvent inaperçus en remuant
les arènes en convulsions
par les pas d’une danse macabre
s’abandonnant à l’ivresse des derviches
aiguilles qui piquent mes joues mon front
puis lance des cris de rage sur cette mer maintenant morte.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Dear Mother it wasn’t about the quantity spent
The indefinite percent; Caring for a newborn and rent
Twelve-monthly prepared meals; a everlasting smelling scent
You were the only one who really believed in me, that I could do it from Day 1, was my mom.” (Quote From Durant)
(“Happy Mother’s Day”)
Dear Mother loving you isn’t arduous, I obtained a grudge with companies who unload cement
You’re my mother so it’s meant; you and Dad are picturesque together a son to mother compliment
We disputed, To Lord Jesus Christ I went; the free gift of salvation and repentance it’s a blessing to repent
(“Happy Mother’s Day”)
Dear Mother the creation of mother’s a spiritual accomplishment
Sunday, May 12 all mothers ought to have a dream; Aretha Franklin and Diana Ross warbling a Mother’s Day Dream
An R&B mother’s event; free admission dream worlds don’t revolve around cent
Happy Mother’s Day mom my number one woman friend
Forthcoming Mother’s Day’s aren’t promised so this Mother ‘s Day we’ll spend
(If it’s the Lord Will)
P.S EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
- LOVERBOI
I'm halfway down your spine- ready to reconcile my non existent faith in you.
I'm done hiding from the stupidity I call my brain, but what about the writers out there?- they expect me to shine brighter than a star in a dark, shadowy, black night sky.
I'm a poet, just look at my name.
"White Mountain" if you don't understand Spanish, but to my old friends it means "Beast."
Not like a lion, tiger, or bear but like Kobe Bryant or Kevin Durant- there's no messing with my three.
I'm in your mind yet your tail-bone says hi like a boomerang- slapping me twice as it returns.
I HAD faith in you, but what goes up must come down, right?
My mental state isn't so great, but I wouldn't call it severe.
You're all that I can see, so does that make me insane?
(Dedicated to Anthony Perkins who died September 12, 1992.)
You starred in Psycho way back in 1960.
Many years later you starred in the first Disney film that was rated PG.
That film was the Black Hole and your performance in it was great.
You starred as Dr.Alex Durant but first you were Norman Bates.
When you died in 1992, the world lost a talented thespian.
Years later we lost your wife in New York's tragedy in 2001.
When Hitchcock made the blood in the shower scene, he used chocolate syrup.
Soon after, you started starring in movies that were made in Europe.
It's sad that we will never see you again.
But at least we can still see the movies you were in.
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