Michel Galiana

Rookie (1933-1999 / France)

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
47. Arms 9/10/2007
48. Prague: Saint Nicholas Church On The Lesser Side 7/12/2007
49. Mermaid's Song 7 8/8/2007
50. Winter Elegy 7/7/2007
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
54. Geode 3/14/2006
55. The Helmsman 2/4/2006
56. Inscription On A Stone Slab 1/11/2006
57. The Seemingly Dead Girl 3/14/2006
58. Cat And Bird 2/20/2006
59. The Isle 1/27/2006
60. Prague: Charles Bridge 1/27/2006
61. From The Feast Of Kisses 4/27/2006
62. Almsgiving 2/23/2007
63. Cat At Night 2/20/2006
64. Birth Of The Lyre 2/12/2006
65. Dream 2/1/2006
66. The Wrestler 5/7/2006
67. A Public Garden In Madrid 4/20/2006
68. Ageing Body 2/23/2007
69. Cat: Wild Cat 2/20/2006
70. Japanese Garden 2/3/2006

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Japanese Garden

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 ...

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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.

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