The Mark Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

The Mark



The additive pencil stroke we draw
On the lintel of our daughter's door
What is it, if not, for one the
Patient steps of a stairway into being,
For another, the consoling mark
Measuring drift into the nighttime
Stories of our undoing?

Le trait de crayon successif
Sur le linteau de la chambre
De notre fille, que signifie-t-il
D'autre, avant tout, que
Les marches patientes
De l'escalier de son devenir,
Et aussi, le repère de notre dérive
Au sein des histoires racontées
Pour la consoler de notre perte?

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