as the idea of the Flood has calmed down,
A hare stopped among the sainfoins and the swinging bellflowers,
and prayed to the rainbow through the spider's web.
Oh the precious stones were hiding, the flowers were
In th dirty big street, the stalls lined up, and the people
towed their boats toward the sea terraced up to the heaven like that of
The blood flowed, at Blue-beared's house, in the abattoirs,
in the circuses, where the God's seal paled the windows. The blood
and the milk flowed.
The beavers built. The "mazagrans" smoked in the
In the glass-fitted big house still rain streaming, the children
in black watched the marvelous pictures.
A door banged, in the village square, the child swung his
arms in the showers to the weather vanes and the cocks of bell towers
Madame X set up a piano in the Alps. The masse and the first
communions were celebrated on the hundred thousand altars in the cathedral.
The caravans departed. And the Splendid Hotel was built in
the chaos of ice and night in the polar region.
After that, the Moon heard the jackals howling from the deserts
of thyme, and the folk songs with wooden shoes grumbling in the
orchard. Then, in the budding violet forest, Eucharis told me that spring
Pond, spring out, froth, roll over the bridge and jump
over the wood; black cloth and organs, lightnings and thunders,
rise up and roll; Water and sadness, rise up and rise the
Since they have died down, oh the precious stones vanished
and the flowers opened! it's boring! and the Queen, the Witch who
makes her hot coal in the clay pot, will never want to tell us what she
knows, and what we don't know.
on August 5th, 2001