XIV JARDIN EN ABÎME
Parfums, convulsions et repos. Hagards
Bras tâtonnant vers le refuge de bras qu'
Outre l'écorce avance une attente et craque
Pour en brasier éployer l'essaim de dards.
Ici nul feu. Le désir est seul regard
Et les chasseurs aux outre-voix qui te traquent.
Savoir la nuit! Chemins qui tressent, qui raquent.
Si, plus profond le dieu qui veille en toi, car
Règnent le nard, l'aconit et la pervenche
Sur leurs matins ton hôte veut la revanche
Quand la racine est le calice du vent.
Houles, limons et noirceurs musiciennes.
Deviens ce dieu rebelle qui fasse sienne
Une clarté montant des gouffres du sang.
1er mai 1992
XIV ABYSMAL GARDEN
Perfumes and convulsions and repose. And wild arms
That grope and seek refuge in arms protruding from
The bark, impatiently. They crunch and crackle on
A pyre when they spread to a fan their darts in swarms.
But it's a fireless fire. Desire is the sole glance.
There where no voice reaches, the hunters track you down.
The interwoven paths of the night must be known
To the god hid in you, possessed by vigilance,
For iris, aconite and periwinkle reign
On whose mornings your host wants his revenge to gain,
Once the root has become for the wind a chalice.
Within these swells of silt and musical darkness
Be this rebellious god that he may have access
To the brightness rising from the scarlet abyss.
May 1st 1992
Copyright Michel Galiana 01.04.2006 (c) (r) All rights reserved
Transl. Christian Souchon 01.04.2006 (c) (r) All rights reserved
