Three poems about being transparent
Excerpted
Personne ne pleure
pourtant la nuit est cousue par tous les côtés
au bord du vide
la statue penche dangereusement
et pourrait à tout moment tomber
les ailes de l’oiseau sont agrafées au ciel
à l’angle plus mort du vide
l’occurrence d’un cri
ou bien le sein blessé
par la pointe d’une aiguille
a laissé
un petit trou unique
à la place de l’œil
Nobody is crying
Yet the night is sewn on all sides
on the edge
the statue leans dangerously
and could fall down at any time
the wings of the bird are stapled to the sky on the blindest angle of the void
the occurrence of a scream
or even a breast injured
by the tip of a needle
has left
a single tiny hole
instead of an eye
Published online September 27 2018.
Ivan de Monbrison is a French poet, writer and artist who lives in Paris and Marseille. His poems and short stories have appeared in several literary magazines in France, Italy, Belgium, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, Switzerland and in the United States. Five poetry chapbooks of his work have been published: L’ombre déchirée, Journal, La corde à nu, Ossuaire and Sur-Faces. His novels include Les Maldormants (2014), L’Heure Impure (2016) and Orgasmes et Fantaisies (2016).
This piece was published in ‘Summer Issue,’ the Summer 2018 issue of CV2.
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