dimanche 17 juin 2012


The love fireflies that I so loved
like birds of the soul
drive all illusions
to the garden of the past

the wisdom of black suns
condemn prisoners's songs

for heroes died a long time ago
and exiled loves 
sentence all poems to death

this very night
travels eternally
all around the world
on the wings of an invisible dove

the earth is maimed for life
I fear its mushroom clouds
flying upwards from the springs
 of polluted power

I managed somehow
to conceal my music
and the words of my hymns
just in time for the high tide
to help them catch a wave

O you deep ocean
with your thousand caressing hands
renew love
the two-souled Archangel !

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

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