September
September
Remember
Of that day
There
In your memory
Hardly
Remember
September
Has like a taste
Of ashes
Of tears
A taste of nothing
And i don’t see
I don’t see anymore
The river
And the street
Remember
September
Remember
The rain
Doesn’t have the same taste
Since
Remember
September
Remember
Of that day
So heavy
And so cold
Of that sky
Blue
Cruel
And sad
Where are they
With their wings
Fragile
Those birds
Those swallows
The coats
The parasols
Remember
September
The fall
And the dead leaves
Dead as well
Where are they
All those strings
Those threads
That nothing
Retains
Remember
September
Remember
Of that day
Just a moment
One instant
Remember
September
Remember
Only
Of the dust
And the wind
Of that dark day
And grey
Of that shadow
At noon
Remember
At last
Of me
Tomorrow
Remember
Remember
September
Where are they
With their wings
Fragile
Remember
September
Never
...
© Translated from the french by Pauline SALAFIA