Poetry

Safe shipwreck body lithe and fair
Is there a ship that would not stray
In the placid net of her hair
In the still maelstrom of her glare
Or on the mouth of my moray

A cry bursts forth whence rises flesh
And it exposed solitude
A choicer and wilier dish
Than were the dead men and the fish
On which used to feed her quietude

Subtle eater you should follow
Me and be my hail and my woe
Recall to me the ancient law
Of which I'll stand anew in awe
To be fully present to you


Passion

Naufrage sûr corps onduleux
Est-il vaisseau qui ne se prenne
Au rets serein de ses cheveux
Au maelström calme de ses yeux
A la bouche de ma murène

Le cri jailli d'où naît le corps
A révélé la solitude
Mets plus suave et plus retors
Que les poissons ou que les morts
Qui nourrissaient sa quiétude

Subtil mangeur retrouve moi
Sois mon salut et mon supplice
Rappelle moi l'antique loi
Et que redevienne effroi
Où ma présence s'accomplisse