Donatien Moisdon Poems

Lost in foliage where gold from Heaven sinks
move, search and stare cold, calculating eyes.

A beast unknown landed from outer space
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As life is drained away from me, and heart-beat
weakens with every day, and as reality
collapses in a heap,
a worn out tune will try to bring back memories
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Quercy, "Big Sky Country",
holiday memory.

Under frozen stars,
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With its snow and its howling wind
my forest bites me to the bone.

My house creaks with its every beam.
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So I shall have to leave this old village
half hidden in the haze of a pink aurora.

Last cool breath of the night before a scorching day.
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Brown and green, skinny stalks,
poplars, infinity...
Far away and fragile,
shimmering, hazy light.
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Steel voices rape the air,
shake spires and crack stones
till, dreamily, do some
fall on crowded plazas
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In echoing metallic emptiness
of international air terminals
I often saw her, hurrying,
incredibly pretty, impossible
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Dirt roads and rotting fallen leaves
glisten and grizzle underfoot.

Grey nights, icy tears of rain
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Suddenly, all efforts spanning grey afternoons,
through taut fingers seem worthwhile, at long last,
and slaughter Indifference.
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