Poems

I know of a castle Built deep in the woods In whose tower are hidden The loveliest of treasures. The door has remained locked The golden key lost It was thrown in to the sea By ignorant people… With a […]

to Ivona Martin In the mill of time I have ground The shreds of my youth All the scraps of my beauty, The remnants of my dreams. Caprices, reveries. And pain and sadness. I’ve steeped them all In sweat and […]

You may share With one you care for Your goods Your knowledge, Your love, Your happiness. There’s one thing you won’t share: Your pain, For that’s been cut To just your measure. January 1969. Translated by Lenora Timm This poem […]

A by-way and a highway Cross one another A lane across the cart-path …Woof and warp Life. Happiness and suffering At every crossroad: A road-sign or … a Calvary. 5/18/1970. Translated by Lenora Timm This poem in breton

–Why do the crickets cry Each night in the hearth? Hunger? Thirst? A call or a song Or a prophesy Of happiness? 8/2/66 Translated by Lenora Timm This poem in breton

My heart is a Cemetery In it are countless graves In it always a new grave Graves of friends and relatives My heart is a Cemetery! My heart is a Cemetery But no! My heart is a Sanctuary Wherin live […]

I am gathering ferns île nicest of jobs, you might say… True, but it’s hot, Let’s stop for a moment. ………………………………. On my arm a sickle and a pitchfork, in my hand a fern fine and light like a piece […]

Ah! how I long for blue Skies After these weeks full of grey! Gone (it seems) half of January And I’ve still seen no other color this year Than that bit of grey sky In the rectangle of my window. […]

I straightened my back To rest And my gaze fell On something, there, On the other side of the valley: Tiny things fluttering In the wind. Suspended on a metal line, Little things, light, light, Tiny white and pink things: […]