Just lost when I was saved

Just lost, when I was saved !
Just felt the world go by !
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide !
Therefore, as One returned, I feel,
Odd secrets of the line to tell !
Some sailor, skirting foreign shores-
Some pale Reporter, from the awful doors
Before the Seal !
Next time, to stay
Next time, the things to see
By ear unheard-
Unscrutinized by eyes –
Next time to tarry
While the Ages steal-
Slow tramp the Centuries,
And the Cycles wheel ! (132)

will there really be a morning?

Will there really be a « morning » ?

Is there such a thing as « Day » ?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they ?

Has it feet like Water lilies ?

Has it feathers like a bird ?

It is brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard ?

Oh some Scholar ! Oh some Sailor !

Oh some Wise Man from the skies !

Please to tell a litlle pilgrim

Where the place called morning lies !

(148)

MissButterfly

la mystérieuse...

looking for Emily

an ignorance a sunset

An ignorance a Sunset

Confer opon the Eye –

Of Territory – Color –

Circumference – Decay –

It’s Amber Revelation

Exhilirate – Debase –

Omnipotence’ inspection

Of Our inferior face –

And when the solemn features

Confirm – in Victory –

We start – as if detected

In Immortality (669)

                  

patience...et longueur de temps...

ces plumes qui chatouillent mes nuits

leporello, un livret musical et poétique

1ere maquette pour Looking for E.D.

pour un embarquement musical et poétique

OoooooOOoooooOoOoooooo......

douche d'été

se moquer des jours de pluie

on lui donne à manger?

ménage de printemps

sans transition

le petit monde d'Elle&Esse

♫ cuiouiouicui ♫

inspirez madame

une amie pour éclairer mes nuits

la cueillette du week end

Pour mon nOam, collectionneur d'escargots

la tendresse du poulpe

this is the land the sunset washes

This is the land the sunset washes,

Theses are the banks of the Yellow sea;

Where it rose, or whither it rushes,

These are the western mystery!

Night after night her purple traffic

Strews the landing with opal bales

Merchantmen poise upon horizons,

Dip, and vanish like orioles 
(297)

il y en a une qui se régale

motifs en vrac

chiiiip! chiiii! chiiiiip! chhiiiiippp!

cadeau d'anniversaire

la mon(de)golfiere vol.2.

Nouvelles recherches en cours pour projet CD

One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted

One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted

   
One need not be a House -   
The Brain has Corridors - surpassing   
Material Place.   
 
Far safer, of a midnight meeting            

External Ghost   
Than it's interior confronting - 
That cooler Host -   
 
Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,   
The Stones a'chase -           
Than unarmed, one’s a'self encounter -  
In lonesome Place -   
 
Ourself behinf ourself, concealed -   
Should startle most -   
Assassin hid in our Apartement           
Be Horror’s least -   
 
The Body - borrows a Revolver -   
He bolts the Door -   
O’erlooking a superior spectre -  
Or More
(407)

pour Charlie