Category: provenant des cahiers manuscrits d’Anjela Duval ou de ses publications antérieures

—White writing tablet of homey visage Stretched out impatiently You itch for my caresses I’m tired. My head is empty And my […]

Souls of my compatriots Following your chagrin tonight Through the paths of the Mountains On the deep roads of the Forest And […]

I went for a walk in the soft night All by myself in the moonlight, Listening quietly to the song of the […]

…Most lovely your postcard: Boats in a harbor of Portugal. How lovely another card: An old castle in Scotland. And then that […]

I know why Lellig has Dug in so close to the water: Too constrained by her Mama Against a treacherous world! You […]

—There are four fine souls I know Oh! Four distinguished children! Who run around high and low Throughout the year’s four seasons. […]

Not long ago behind the town square There was a lovely beech tree Whose bark bore deeply engraved Letters and numbers For […]

—Sun, why are you so late getting up? And why is your eye so red? Did you have a nightmare And weep […]

…The earth trembles, trembles Trembles with cold? Trembles with rage? Or with fear? Or with hunger? The earth trembles, trembles Like a […]

Ah yes! Be proud Superman of the atomic age Be proud! You’re the victor… You’re the master. For shame! Such work… You’ve […]