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|
|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|
|55.||Inscription On A Stone Slab||1/11/2006|
|56.||The Seemingly Dead Girl||3/14/2006|
|57.||Cat And Bird||2/20/2006|
|59.||Prague: Charles Bridge||1/27/2006|
|60.||From The Feast Of Kisses||4/27/2006|
|62.||Cat At Night||2/20/2006|
|63.||Birth Of The Lyre||2/12/2006|
|66.||A Public Garden In Madrid||4/20/2006|
|68.||Cat: Wild Cat||2/20/2006|
Comments about Michel Galiana
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,
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.