A few poems: Quelques poèmes

Included here, a few poems from 2003-2004, discarded pieces. Some of these were later worked into, or somehow resulted in, some of my pieces published elsewhere. Others were never finished.

Présentés ici, quelques poèmes de 2003-2004, bribes et rebuts. Dont certains qui ont fait naître, je ne sais comment, quelques pièces publiées ailleurs. Et d’autres, inachevés.

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My not still yet and beating
Droplets deep from up and bough
The sipping green above, down
To the undergrowth beneath.


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A sandcastle’s smooth and blushing ramparts
show so many slim pennons bickering
with the wind like toes with the jealous sand
that her hands are like pianos and delight

in the courtyard where an orchard is, which
is snug and stirring, but with sand jealous
that her windy toes (guileful and newborn)
ripen in the footprints and foam. Firm and

ajar as a portcullis, when she laughs
her nose ripples like so many pennons,
and her walls seem innocent too, crisp and

slick-shouldered with stranded beads when she falls
asleep in the dapper tide, so soothing
her palace lips are pianos and delight.

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Mes joues de château de sable portent tant de
banderoles qui rougissent au vent, émues
comme du sable jaloux de petits orteils,
que ma bouche est un beau corps dont la rosée trouble

toute la cour où il y a un verger qui
est bien douillet, mais avec du sable jaloux
que mes orteils éventés (nouveaux-nés rusés)
écument au creux des traces de pied. Ferme et

entrebaillée comme une porte, quand je ris
mes cils clapotent comme tant de banderoles,
et mes murs aussi semblent innocents, doux et

lisses et que des grappes mouillent quand je cède
au sommeil, couchée dans la marée si berceuse
que mon corps est un palais dont la rosée trouble.


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and tell me whether stars
tonight as partly as I am
cloudy that as it may be
under the interesting sky

oh days go and do be green
and green in the raisin rain
as just pointy as I was ago,
under the cloudy clouds.

when will I be tonight,
or will I have been then
as much as I was, gone and
raining under the clouds?


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The supper goodness crumbs
a picnic sigh and almost sounds
like conversation leaves with angry
birds or wind enormous stormy…


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Here Goes

I guess I’ll try
and put my one step
in front of the
right direction, – stand on my own two-
step, – Put my best foot
in my mouth
and do the hokey-
pokey, – Step away
from the vehicle.
I guess I’ll just
have to take one foot
too far at a time.

(August 2006)

Oct 16, 12:57 by Alexander Dickow

  1. Cher Alex,
    Félicitation pour ton blog il est magnifique!
    Je débute dans l’apprentissage de ta langue et j’ai hâte de pouvoir apprécier tes poèmes.
    Je suis fière d’avoir un jeune poète pour beau-frère.
    Continue à faire ce que tu aimes.


    — Apolline    Oct 21, 15:08    #
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