Is A Woman, Lambshop

Daho

Josh Ritter, Wings

at night we crossed the border following a Black robe to the edge of the reservation—to Cataldo Mission where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts what makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain I stole a mule from Anthony—I helped Anne up upon it and we rode to Coeur d'Alene—through Harrison and Wallace they were blasting out the tunnels—making way for the light of learning when Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train it's my home—last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards she was driven to distraction—said I wonder what will happen when they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change we waded through the marketplace—someone's ship had come in there was silver and begonias—dynamite and cattle there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain it's my home—last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing. and so they came with cameras—breaking through the morning mist press and businessmen—tycoons—Episcopal philanthropists lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman but all we saw were lowlands—clouds clung to mountains without strings and at last we saw some people huddled up against the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers they were headed for the border—walking and then running then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings

Pluies

Pluie
Larmes
Vent chez moi
Rires
Sourire
Empreinte
Carte vitale
Echecs
Plume d'autruche ment
Regarde les yeux noirs
De la plaine délicate et sanglante
Montre moi le score, les morts, le sombre visage
De la ritournelle chauve et bedonnante de mon éternelle sourire
Absence
Loup
Gare aux fous
Cavalier C3
Mange les brebis de l'état du moi
Et soigne ta gauche pour vivre
Exister
Parler
Chanter
Tu ne vis qu'une fois

Lecture sonore de Frank Smith

Lecture sonore de Frank Smith from Maison de la Poésie Nantes on Vimeo.

"Deviens qui tu es quand tu l'auras appris."
Pindare "Poète lyrique de l'antiquité grecque, né en 518 v. J.-C., mort en 438 av. J.-C."

L'envie d'aimer

"...
C'est tellement court
Une vie
Tellement fragile
Aussi
Que de courir
Après le temps
Ne laisse plus rien
À vivre
...
"

50 ans

Passé en famille.