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T (no first name) Wignesan


Three French Quatrains, Translation of Etiemble's Trois Quatrains Francais by T. Wignesan


Fly …fly!

For Sylvie (Etiemble) on the occasion
of commencing primary school

All cats are school-goers
watching a fly fly
but the teacher caught the fly:
one should seize the collar.

October 1978

1. Narcissus

For Sylvie who came late to the mirror stage,
but who has since made up for it… (1981)

All ducks are Narcissuses
kissing the ends of their beaks.
Comes the solstice’s rigour:
the ice clouds the dry mirror.



2. All ducks are Narcissuses
kissing the ends of their beaks.
Comes the solstice’s rigour:
the silt clouds the dry mirror.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 09, 2014

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