Miscellany

 

 

 

 

le biches qui demeurent

 

The deer that dwell 

in the dark woods

know you

and the little sea-monsters

have seen you - on the beach.

These places would always

Be ours

 

 

 

 

le petit souris

 

the little mouse smiles

at all the food he piles, and keeps,

bits of nut, crumbs of cake:

all your left-overs, he takes and eats

while you are asleep

c'est la fin du jour

 

it is the end of the day

the beach is empty

 

little waves recall the sun

with rose tears on flat sand

 

a tight crab totters

and raises a claw to destiny

scrambled he will continue to be

 

until he is completely marinated

 

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