Art Poem by Pierre Rausch

English
Each key has born time, dead art, poetry; sublime old start
Seeing he had born a savage country out of date
Gives rocks small lee-wray, the chopped seas held that year
Lilies from acorn, trout factious fate
True Penelope loves Flaubert fished by obstinate isles
Her hair rather then on sun dials, sun-dials
Affected by l'an trentéunième, threatens my muses' diadem
The age demanded an image of the modern stage
Of an inward gaze, some classic paraphrase
(Appointment at the pass-stay station)
A mold in plaster, prose kinema, alabaster, alabaster
For what you ask, for what you will get, my song bathed in the wet
For what Sonja asks, for what Sonja will get, Sonja today I met
Hello darkness smart face, I come to talk to you again
And the vision that remained in the songs of silent lambs
Listen to these children cry, these that I belied, I belied