Poèmes

International audienceFrom The Snows of Troy Niagara womb of cold river and iceblack where the night risesperfumed in plumand sweet applecut against the grainand fires along the river a wombstill in daywhere the sun lingeringstillremembersbloodwhere now formand the still rootsflickering along the sunwomb of ice and flowerwomb of perfect lightand mud, clay, silt, sand,where the river cuts snowand the heavy saltalong the rim of day. The Snows of Troy close to the breath of daymoving as the ground movesshifting as th..