DINARD Poem by Hédi Kaddour

We walk together on the promenade
Below houses where the English lived
A hundred years ago. Mimosa holds
Out against the Channel wind which throws
A purple-grounded cadmium light
On the stout stone steps
Where a woman's shape revolves
Lost in her coat: foam, in which
There sometimes beats like an invisible
Heart the unrecaptured time
Of images, when thought
Weeps with rage before the beautiful
Ellipsis of a slate-gray day
Held aloft on a kite-string.