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. The Gardener's Daughter 6/29/2007
51. Prague: Rain On Grand Priory Square 7/12/2007
52. Broken Beggar's Bowl 6/9/2007
53. Geode 3/14/2006
54. The Helmsman 2/4/2006
55. Inscription On A Stone Slab 1/11/2006
56. The Seemingly Dead Girl 3/14/2006
57. Cat And Bird 2/20/2006
58. The Isle 1/27/2006
59. Prague: Charles Bridge 1/27/2006
60. From The Feast Of Kisses 4/27/2006
61. Almsgiving 2/23/2007
62. Cat At Night 2/20/2006
63. Birth Of The Lyre 2/12/2006
64. Dream 2/1/2006
65. The Wrestler 5/7/2006
66. A Public Garden In Madrid 4/20/2006
67. Ageing Body 2/23/2007
68. Cat: Wild Cat 2/20/2006
69. Japanese Garden 2/3/2006
70. Winter Elegy 7/7/2007

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Winter Elegy

In winter my mind flows to whence come the voices.
For my thirsty lips still know the source where they rise.
Frost, scattered by the wind, on the branches poises,
Bringing back all those scents that charmed the child I was.

I swore once that this child in me never should die,
Nor should the stubborn dawn to which clings on its dream.
I hear a hunter's call claiming high in the sky
That age is a challenge from which the years redeem.

Child, I had promised you blue sky and sparkling jewels,
That your heart would resist the sharp blade of despair,
That I...

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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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