Ciel[s] 03

Ciel, Comté de Marshall, Iowa, USA, octobre 2005
© Pauline SALAFIA

I hear coming like music...

I hear coming
Like foreign music
That came out straight
From an angel’s mouth
An immobile woman
Who sings a desperate tune
A noisy song
A musician’s sob tears space away
Hopes and loses itself
In the city silly impossible
The shallows are notes on electric cords
She has nothing
This girl this woman this stone
Just tam-tams under her shirt
Cough in summer all gets quiet
Cicadas, trees and butterflies

© Translated from the French by Pauline SALAFIA