From time to time a poem

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28 Mar 2016 10:19 - 28 Mar 2016 10:24 #235999 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 76

D'un crépuscule sur une île
Dans la mer un monde
Jusqu'à l'aube au pied d'une montagne
Au mi-continent d'un autre,
Par une nuit passée rapidement
Sans lente journée
À quelques heures à l'entour,
Une réflexion dans le reflet,
Comme fit un bon Creusotin :


« Quand on aime quelqu'un,
on a toujours quelque chose
À lui dire ou à lui écrire,
Jusqu'à la fin des temps. »
*

Et si on voyageait,
Transporté par des paroles
Tracées dans la buée sur les vitres
Des exhalations longues
Entre mers et montagnes
De mondes différents ?


*

From the twilight on an island
In the sea of one world
To the dawn at the foot of a mountain
At mid-continent of another,
Throughout a night passed rapidly
Without a slow daytime
At a few hours around,
A reflection in the reflection,
As made by a good Creusotin :

“When one loves someone
One always has something
To say or to write to him,
Until the end of time.”
*

And if we were to travel,
Transported on the words
Traced in the mist on the windows
Of long exhalations
Between seas and mountains
Of different worlds ?

* – Christian Bobin, “Geai” (1998), p. 38
(traduction de l'extrait, A. Orion)
Alexandre Orion
28 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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01 Apr 2016 21:58 - 01 Apr 2016 21:58 #236496 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 77

Le « ça » tu m'es
Par moments

Je rejette ton cadeau
Ainsi te rejeté-je


Mais lorsque tu m'es « Tu »
La pluie son mon front
Fait l'éclosion de mon cœur

*

The « It » that you are for me
By moments

I reject your gift
And in this way reject you

But when thou art with me « Thou »
The rain on my brow
Makes the opening in my heart
Alexandre Orion
29 mars 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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01 Apr 2016 21:59 #236497 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 78

Hier, j'allai voir les ruines.

Un amas de détritus
Que nul ne nettoie
N'ayant ni accès
Ni intérêt

Je fus saisi
Par une terreur
Plus proche à l'étonnement
Qu'à l'angoisse

Je voulus te parler
Comme je veux toujours te parler
Comme je te parle toujours
Juste pour parler

Tu me manquas ce jour-là
Où je fus plus angoissé
Qu'étonné
Par l'accès et par l’intérêt

Ce jour-là
Loin d'être un Temps sacré
Seul un Temps historique
Hystérique et hyper-réel

Reste un amas de détritus
Que nul ne nettoie
Ni visite
Ni manque

Donc

Demain, j'irai voir les ruines.

*

Yesterday, I went to see the ruins.

A mass of detritus
That no one cleans away
Having neither access
Nor interest

I was seized
By a terror
Closer to astonishment
Than anguish

I wanted to talk to you
As I always want to talk to you
As I always talk to you
Just for talking

I missed you that day
Where upon I was more anguished
Than astonished
By access and by interest

That day
Far from a Sacred Time
Only a historical Time
Hysterical and hyper-real

Remains a mass of detritus
That no one cleans away
Nor visits
Nor misses

Thus

Tomorrow, I will go to see the ruins.
Alexandre Orion
01 avril 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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05 Apr 2016 22:58 - 05 Apr 2016 23:00 #236856 by Edan
Replied by Edan on topic From time to time a poem
The Birch Tree

The branches of the birch tree spread out above me, the leaves appeared still, and the white trunk glowed with a silvery aura.

I had not been away long, but in my absence this tree had grown strong, spreading into the space my mind normally filled. I sensed that the cathedral, though usually feeling enclosed, had opened to the sky and that we, me and tree, both stood beneath the stars.

I didn’t need to look at him to know that he was there, sitting back on the bench in sight of the tree. “I haven’t been away that long, have I?”

Neither did I need to look to know he was smiling at me, “time means little here.”

A breeze came from somewhere, rippling the leaves a little; it seemed such a natural action, so peaceful… I knelt down and sat back on my feet. Watching the leaves, hearing them, it felt like time might exist only within the loop of movement on the birch.. he was right, time did mean little here.

“Why is it here?” It had been, in linear time, perhaps almost two hours spent sitting watching the tree and only now had the question occurred to me.

“Come now, you know that anything here has been created by you. Why do you think it’s here?”

“If I had to guess… every branch goes in a different direction, and yet each branch is still connected to the central trunk. However confusing my path gets, however far I feel like I have gone, that path is still connected back to my central one… therefore any diversion I take is simply a distraction from the truth….”

“Which is?”

I finally looked back at him, I was right, he was smiling… “Which is… there is only one path, mine.”

He looked up at the tree, seeming distant, and it appeared that he was marvelling at the sight of such a beautiful thing within the cathedral. For a few moments then it seemed to me that he could exist beyond the confines of my own universe.

Understanding in the place of indifference
Compassion in the place of cruelty
Action in the place of apathy
Peace in the place of violence
Mercy in the place of vengeance

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11 Apr 2016 03:13 #237392 by E-3_4L_Teeter
Fear and Victory

Fear and victory
Go hand in hand
For to achieve victory
One is uncertain

One is steeped in a dark path
One finds himself afraid
And unsure of his choice that
Led him on this foolish quest

But as one continues to do his best
He feels his burdens lighten
And his path begins to brighten
The strife is a'quieten

And then many years later
In peaceful serenity
He looks back and sees
The battle with uncertainty
As a time filled with glee.

"HC SVNT DRACONES"
"Here, there be dragons"
Roman dileniation on a map for unexplored territory, and dangerous waters
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11 Apr 2016 15:58 - 11 Apr 2016 16:00 #237439 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 79

Toutes ces années durant,
Dans les visages
Des inconnus qui passent,
Dans les paroles de mauvaises chansons,
Dans les ordures qui parsèment les espaces publics,
Dans les diffusions des médias,
Dans les mensonges politiques et publicitaires,
Dans les divertissements
Et dans les distractions…

…Tu m'interpelles
Du derrière ton rideau
Tiré devant les restes d'un réalité
Que nous, seuls, pouvons apercevoir,
Toi, de ton côté,
Moi, du dedans le logiciel où tu me laisses.

*

During all these years,
In all of the faces
Of the passing strangers,
In the lyrics of bad songs,
In the rubbish that litters public places,
In the media broadcasts,
In the political and commercial lies,
In entertainments
And in distractions …

…Thou summonest me
From behind thy curtain
Drawn before the ruins of a reality
That we, alone, can perceive,
Thou, from thy side,
Me, from within the programme where thou leavest me.
Alexandre Orion
11 avril 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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11 Apr 2016 16:03 - 12 Apr 2016 22:16 #237440 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 80

Six jours et demi
Sur des millions d'années,
Tu fus à côté de moi
À respirer le même air,
À voir le même doux soleil d'été,
À discourir dans des féconds champs de sens.

Malgré toute sensiblerie,
En dépit du délusion du désir,
Encore que mon âme eût été fixée à la tienne
Avant que nos vies ne fussent conçues –
Je ne fusse venu te toucher,
Ne me fusse permit de t'accoler
Ne me fusse laissé entrer
Dans tes féconds champs

Car

Une passade éphémère
Avec l'un de qui on est amoureux depuis
La nuit de Temps
N'est autre que le suicide émotionnel
Et la fin des millions d'années du possible...

On ne peut s'aventurer en terres intimement connues.

*

Six and a half days
Out of millions of years,
Thou wert at my side,
Breathing the same air,
Seeing the same soft summer sun,
Discoursing in the fertile fields of sense.

Despite any sentimentality,
Disregarding the delusion of desire,
Though my soul was fixed to thine
Before our lives were conceived –
I would not come to touch thee,
Would not permit myself to join thee,
Would not let myself enter
Into thy fertile fields

For

An ephemeral affair
With the one with whom one is in love
Since the beginning of Time
Is nothing other than emotional suicide
And the end of millions of years of possibility...

One cannot adventure in intimately known lands.
Alexandre Orion
11 avril 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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11 Apr 2016 20:37 #237491 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 81

Neuf fois neuf
Ne nombrent onques assez ;

Nos noms sont inscrits
Sur un olivier et sur un platane
Dans le jardin d'Académos,
Sur un dattier à Babylone,
Et un rosier dans le cœur de la France
Depuis des siècles...

Nous sommes inscrits
Dans les floraisons de toute saison,
Dans les neiges éternelles en haute montagne,
Dans les flots pérennes,
Dans les calendriers
Et dans les constellations...

Ne nombrent onques assez,
Les neuf fois neuf

*

Nine times nine
Never number enough ;

Our names are inscribed
On an olive tree and on a platanus
In the Garden of Akádêmos,
On a date tree in Babylon,
And on a rosebush in the heart of France
For centuries...

We are written
In the blossoming of every season,
In high mountain snow-caps,
In the perennial waters,
In calendars
And in the constellations...

Never number enough
The nine times nine
Alexandre Orion
11 avril 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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12 Apr 2016 18:41 #237602 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 82

Un choc
Puis plus rien

On respire :
L'inspiration –
L'expiration...

Venir, aller
Comme la marée

Les pulsations
Du cœur
Plus fortes, plus fréquentes
Jusqu'à ce que la dernière l'éclate

Aller
Mais ne plus revenir
Car la Lune s'éloigne

L'expiration –
D'une inspiration :
Plus rien que le choc...

*

A shock
Then nothing

One breathes :
The inhalation –
The exhalation...

Coming, going
Like the tide

The pulsations
Of the heart
Stronger, more frequent
'Til the last one bursts it

Going
But never to return
For the Moon moves away

The expiration –
Of an inspiration :
Nothing more but the shock...
Alexandre Orion
12 avril 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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13 Apr 2016 18:15 #237717 by Alexandre Orion
Jour 83

Ils vinrent me voir,
Un homme d'affaires, un policier & un prêtre,
D'un air sérieux.

Nous rentrâmes d'une ruelle,
Dans un petit bureau,
Une pièce, peinte bleue,
Apparemment, le mien …

Le policier et le prêtre s'assirent sur un banc
Sous une fenêtre hors laquelle
La nuit opprimait la lueur du lampadaire.
Un homme d'affaires me parlait...

Je l'écoutais, assis sur – non à –
Mon vieux bureau ;
Le policier toussa,
Le prêtre fumait.

Nonchalant, je réceptionnai
Son discours d'un air sérieux,
Moi, légèrement amusé.

Ils partirent,
Dans la nuit sous le lampadaire,
L'homme d'affaires parlant dans l'ombre,
Le policier toussa,
Le prêtre jeta son clope.

Je fermai la porte contre le brouillard montant...

*
They came to see me,
A businessman, a policeman & a vicar,
With an air of seriousness.

We came in from the alley,
Into a little office,
One room, painted blue,
Apparently, mine...

The policeman and the vicar sat down on a bench
Under a window out of which
The night was oppressing the lamplight.
The businessman was talking to me...

I listened to him, sitting on – not at –
My old desk ;
The policeman coughed,
The vicar was smoking.

Nonchalant, I received
His discourse with an air of seriousness,
Myself, lightly amused.

They parted,
Into the night under the lamplight,
The businessman talking into the shadows,
The policeman coughed,
The vicar threw down his fag.

I closed the door against the rising fog...
Alexandre Orion
13 avril 2016

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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