MARIE-CLAIRE BANCQUART ~

 

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.

_________________

Marie-Claire Bancquart

Every Minute Is First

selected late poems

translated from the French by Jody Gladding

Milkweed Editons, 2024

JODY GLADDING ~

hill wife

beside the grave

the ties gave

was she there

everywhere

in the fern

or return

when he called her

of black alder

on her lips

the fresh chips

or felled tree

she was free

and no child

and too wild

_______________

Jody Gladding

Translations from Bark Beetle

Milkweed Editions, 2014