I love to start my day reading a little poetry. Usually I pull a book of poetry off the shelf and choose a poem at random. Today is a little different.
I’ve just discovered Michel Pleau and his beautiful collection, “Eternity Taking Its Time“, winner of the Governor General’s Award for French-Language Poetry.
Here’s the introduction … it blew me away.
dawn is nothing but childhood
protected by a very old cat
like light under the door
never is the sky slower than
in the water of a fountain
where all the blue in the world is caught
the fire of that time has begun
and memory already
looks like the reflection of a tree
lost in the river
Translation of La lenteur du monde by Howard Scott.
Publisher: Bookland Press Inc. of Markham, ON.
ISBN: 978-1-926956-31-2
7 comments
27 July 2014 at 3:59 pm
Heart To Harp
Wow! What images!
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28 July 2014 at 10:37 am
Cheryl
Hmmm. Janet, I think it’s time for another random piece from Michel Pleau, don’t you!
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28 July 2014 at 1:08 pm
Heart To Harp
I agree! Thanks for posting another one.
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14 June 2014 at 2:38 pm
dacemara
Exquisite! So calming to read. Thanks, Cheryl, for this moment of stillness.
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15 June 2014 at 6:29 pm
Cheryl
You’re so welcome, Dace. This collection is a treasure, filled with such moments of stillness.
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14 June 2014 at 9:45 am
Mary
Now why can’t I write like that. Maybe because I don’t think like that.
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15 June 2014 at 6:28 pm
Cheryl
I’d love to ‘think and write’ just a wee bit like Michel Pleau, Mary.
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