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Donatien Moisdon Poems
You didn’t show up. You were afraid. You wanted to, and yet you knew we’d never meet again.
Wind and rain batter the ivy and stone of giant and dead Norman monasteries. In days now blurry from the spray of time
I wait for cold weather to cure our leprosy and freeze, of all insects, the black, demonic eyes. When its breath, reddening mountain flanks and valleys
A Savage and a missionary were talking. The Savage was saying that some men can, sometimes, turn themselves into crocodiles. And the Missionary that a man-God was born of a virgin.
A leopard lying on a tiger rug Sends out a subtle, jungle, feline scent. As the giant cat breathes in and out,
I can feel in myself a monster wielding knives and a few black curtains shielding insanity. There dwells a murderer gloating on sufferings,
In the fog a black dog on the white, frosty grass
Suckle on rocky shore, beloved Atlantic, bellow through ghostly fog at tipsy fishermen, howl for hours on gorse and broom and heathered cliffs.
Mad look in the eyes of the god, when his spread out and wounded limbs drip blood on our frightened world...
She may hold me tight in her arms but, like an arctic wolf, I wander through the cold. She may hold me dear in her heart
Sleepy landscapes, clear in front of me! Absence of lawnmowers and children’s wails.
This is to Klinck, my dog, loving without question and forgiving without an afterthought.
Comments about Donatien Moisdon
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
You didn’t show up.
You were afraid.
You wanted to, and yet
you knew we’d never meet again.
I shall see you among others.
Our eyes will say: We could have...
We should have.
Staring at empty roads,
facing empty hours,
facing my desires,
I did let go through my fingers
all the pleasure
that I wanted to blend in your pleasure.