Long Blanches Poems

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 les adragans
accumulent leurs oeuvres et jours:
La toile noire de Courbet
un...

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 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 discontinuity, sentence and parataxis,...

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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 is a guitar
Who plays in the summer, in...

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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-age yield

Black sky intellectual famine
was lost cause shuttered-in, 
by a blight of self-centered locust...

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Red to Black

                                ...

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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 
above, the blanches of many trees,
shed leaves felled...

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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 
above, the blanches of many trees,
shed leaves felled...

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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...

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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 windowsill, it flickers and flirts
with dusk's sifted air.

Constant burning, I...

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I am a chameleon with a colour-changing skin
It matches every mood that I am ever in.
When I’ve acted strangely, or said something stupid
I am so embarrassed, my face turns to red

And if I scream out...

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Over rolling hills, it tiptoes in on bobcat feet
With Lynx-like eyes, and billowing clouds of gray
And turns the hush of twilight's blood red sky
Into a witches brew, alive with piercing cries
A wind that coils in...

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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, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close...

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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 lunges without fear of a fading silhouette,
it smiles with missing...

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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 carefree,
I pretend to laugh along
but thoughts croak...

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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 sheets of Sunday,
On the tars that melt,
On...

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My love departs whence the waves tumble
to and fro o’er timeless grains of sand. 
Mottled depths of sea drown out restless rumble 
as fallen tears slip through my trembling hands.  
Say my name, enchanting...

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paint me a dark picture from black and white
bind me by the enrichments of this life
tear my pale skin with the blade of this knife
take my enduced coma to a new height
break my endless darkness...

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We're having a white Halloween
as it snows to the brim.
Where the pumpkins lie buried.
Their candles going dim.

There's a cold spell upon us.
White frost on the vines.
Their stems peeking out
to ceasing our spines.

With sheets of white...

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