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All day long I’ve thought of you Cecile! Because today was your birthday. A day you have celebrated in Heaven for a long time, Struck down in the middle of your youth By a merciless disease. ………………………………………….. I haven’t forgotten […]

A half-century ago It was being built, My beloved little house. My father had dug out the stones By the holeful, by the hookful, From his land, To clear his fields, The yellowish quarry-stone, And the building-stone of blue gravel. […]

…One leaf, two leaves Three leaves falling around me On this October morning And now my memory travels back Far back Into time’s depth Before I was yet born It was, they said, an October morning The leaves were falling […]

Strip. Despoil our Country Sweep away the sacred oaks of the Druids The birches of the Celts and the yew-trees —And the chestnuts of our youth— In which our birds sang. Start fires in the moor In the heath. In […]

They make me laugh —When they don’t infuriate me –They are seeking, they say, tranquillity To rest from the noise of the cities. Yet, I no longer hear throughout the day My winged companions. Nor deep in his crevice My […]

We line up, the old people, On the side of the road, And watch the caravans Of young people pass by. What good is speed to us? We’re no longer following fashion, We can no longer follow their cars –Or […]

There is filth and filth. There is filth that water can wash away There is filth that fire can scarcely touch Poisonous filth of a text On a pristine page: Slime and rotten puss On a pure white sheet. On […]

Legends of our ancestors spoke of ogres Horrible ogres, people-eaters. History speaks of races of savages In the depth of the great forest: people-eaters. Horrible and disgusting to think about. However there is in our midst, near to us People […]

—“Speak Breton to my babies? Well yes, probably! Shoot! I’m not crazy!” —“Fiddle! … So speak to them in pidgin French. To me it doesn”t matter. It’s for you to judge. Let’s wait…” The wait has not been long. The […]

The family left for a better place Its barn half unroofed The farm abandoned The wooden carts remain With their arms open, extended Toward a mare who will come no more To take them away from there. Translated by Lenora […]