Michel Galiana Poems
|41.||Prague: Night In The Old Town||7/12/2007|
|42.||Prague: The Golden City||7/12/2007|
|43.||Mermaid's Song 1||7/21/2007|
|44.||Mermaid's Song 2||7/21/2007|
|45.||Mermaid's Song 3||7/21/2007|
|46.||Mermaid Song 6||8/8/2007|
|48.||Prague: Saint Nicholas Church On The Lesser Side||7/12/2007|
|49.||Mermaid's Song 7||8/8/2007|
|51.||The Gardener's Daughter||6/29/2007|
|52.||Prague: Rain On Grand Priory Square||7/12/2007|
|53.||Broken Beggar's Bowl||6/9/2007|
|56.||Inscription On A Stone Slab||1/11/2006|
|57.||The Seemingly Dead Girl||3/14/2006|
|58.||Cat And Bird||2/20/2006|
|60.||Prague: Charles Bridge||1/27/2006|
|61.||From The Feast Of Kisses||4/27/2006|
|63.||Cat At Night||2/20/2006|
|64.||Birth Of The Lyre||2/12/2006|
|67.||A Public Garden In Madrid||4/20/2006|
|69.||Cat: Wild Cat||2/20/2006|
Comments about Michel Galiana
Dry garden. Stone and thought. And sky and quietness.
Beyond the wall a tree that twists its gnarly trunk.
In me there's no beyond. And all thinks and all weighs.
A point where certainty may reconcile with luck,
Where colour vanishes and fades into absence
Where speech unites with void which abolishes it.
I am aware of naught but a benzoin scent.
Down to the depths of dream just a murmur that drifts.
Further away from me than the stars is that line
Over which there is no ferry to carry me.
I shall be able to invent a space of mine
Or never get over ...
Cat At Night
Whether the night haunts him or as a mask hides him,
No matter, he knows where prey and fear lie in wait.
Poacher whose skill daylight disregards as base cheat,
But whose widened pupils know not of our chasm.
Begotten by chaos to dwell in fields of fright,
He's used to vertigo and aware of its rights.
Across our obsessive fear up and down he strides,
Shy king of a dark realm that we're greatly missing.