HIVER 2013 2013-05-14 Flocons virevoltants purs, et sur les arbres Terre poussière d’argile soufflée par le blizzard. Ogives, voutes et reposoirs Urne de porcelaine blanche. My wife’s soul in snowdrifts In hospital with a damaged brain On plateaus and moors Wandering disturbed minds, not far from here Where peat burns slowly Accumulated years, long memory In the granite fireplace flame. The “cantou” is the heart of the household, where grandparents take refuge In winter to wait for better days. Granite lasts longer than limestone. The flame is fire, warmth or destruction. It depends on where you look. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 239 Retour à l'accueil