Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Short Poem Using Some First Lines of Yvan Goll

A black cricket saws the tree
After the Punic War of our desire
Beloved head
Bird which I took from the Birch
Bird-woman of the ultra-world
Burning wolves burst out from the woods
Hallucination auditive
Holding your hand
I bought peach
I am the cathedral
I have grown old
Insane King (or Queen) of the abstract

Le Microbe de l'Or [...]

image by Fletcher Hanks