Scent of linden trees
their pollen in rain.
I inhabit the visible
by that, I will never be deserted
under the trees
stones and beetles
are enough for my geography
my vertical green
the night under my feet:
ecumenical landscape.
Where on earth, it doesn't matter
it's here, in the moment,
beginning and end.
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Marie-Claire Bancquart
Every Minute Is First
selected late poems
translated from the French by Jody Gladding
Milkweed Editons, 2024
