Marcel Aouizerate


Elégie


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Il restait du temps et j'ai fini par replier l'écran,
Plutôt que de choisir de loin, j'ai marché au pas
De Peggy Gughenheim immobile balancier
Vers la face noire du City Lights Bookshop.

Aux petites heures, je me grimais du masque du bateleur:
Ma femme suspendue de Miami vers le Nord,
Mon fils en extension de San Francisco à Boston,
Ma fille au même instant dans un troisième avion.

Et ce matin, l'horloge s'arrêta encore
Lorsque du sol montèrent les premières mesures
Des Quatre Saisons visitées par Richter.
Je pars, certes, et les portes sont grandes ouvertes.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2014

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