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Reading from Southbank Centre's Poetry Parnassus festival, 2012. Reading in French.
Translated from the French by Anne-Marie Glasheen:
Prologue
Life is no long quiet river
but a bloodbath
Yet you ask me for
poetry decorated with flowers
with little birds
I’m sorry Ladies and Gentlemen
each of my poems
buries your dead
*
I advance without a net
from one star to another
sliding through black holes
I leap from moons to suns
I rock at the edges
of the earth
already no longer belonging to it
Because this poem is a lie
it has the right to be beautiful