Lune I Poem by Philippe Gravel
Lune I
La Lune est si particulière
Tantôt elle prend la forme d'un masque Toltèque
Désormais
Elle défie le mépris de mes lèvres
Son encrier
Jamais ne se tari de scénarios dégommants;
Elle fut ainsi comédienne, anarchiste, cambrioleuse et martyr,
Face aux clochers
Ses dons superbes
Me procurèrent
L'idée de la suivre.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: paganism
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