Michel Galiana

Rookie (1933-1999 / France)

Mermaid's Song 1 - Poem by Michel Galiana

Of the rock, seaweed, gale and flood
I am the foam - I am the blood,
And the song enthralling my being.

The wind freezing my silhouette
Weaves my days, raises my breast,
Shapes my cry to a long wailing.

I should be under your fingers -
Salt in the morn, soaring later-
On the bole, dark rose for grafting.

CHANTS DE LA SIRENE 1

Du rocher, de l'algue, du vent,
Je suis écume - je suis sang
Et chant qui moi-même m'enchante.

Le vol qui fige mes contours
Darde mes seins, tresse mes jours,
Façonne le cri qui me hante

Et je serais entre tes doigts -
Sel des matins, envol parfois -
Ce rosier noir qu'aux fûts on ente.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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