Night Passage: Poems in Our Two Languages

By Dominique Garrel

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 20, 2008
• ISBN: 9781462825875

Dominique Garrel

Je suis médecin et chercheur. La poésie est l'art que je préfère, car non seulement on porte en soi les poèmes que l'on aime, mais on peut les dire aux gens qu'on aime et on peut en écrire soi même. La poésie est aussi la seule façon d'exprimer des sensations ou des sentiments indicibles. Mes poètes préférés sont Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Valéry, Charles Beaudelaire, Charles Péguy, René Char et un peu de Victor Hugo bien sûr. (French)

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Contents

Airport

Another Dream

Wild West

Ballroom Dancing

Le Phoenix

Anniversary Prise Deux

Still Life

Anniversary

At Dawn

A Dream

Out

Standing Still

Once Upon a Time

Body Parts

A Strange Day

Missing Part

Hips

Requiem: Part Two

Poem About a Snake

Into a Hole

Into the Night

Painting

The River

Emptiness

Emptiness Part Two

Emptiness: Part Three

Poem about a Duck

Brother

Last Words

Going to School

Relationship

China

Fantasy

Les jardins

Toujours et encore

Les amants

Au delà de l’amour

Une œuvre d’art

À l’hôpital

L’espace d’un instant

Chacals

Vampyr

Boticelli

Célébration

Charade

Lillith

Sémiramis

L’or du soir

Solitude

Galaxies

Dans ma voiture

Roméo et Juliette

Éternité

Enfance

L’amour en plus

Anatomie

Nous

Éveil

Escale

Abandon

Azur

Pour toujours

Au seuil de vous

Hors de prison

Gethsémanie

Poésie

Gestation

In memoriam

Ève

La longue marche

Marine

Death in the afternoon

Je est un autre

Stabat Mater

Vous étiez là

Ceci est mon corps

Rencontre

Larmes

Toi et moi

Apaisement

Sur la peau

Elle

Vous

Requiem

Les disparus

La tanière

Derniers mots

Aurore

Balade des perdus

Amsterdam

Viens encore

Dies irae

Eau

Aveuglement

Solitude

Genèse

Femmes aux enfants

Aux amies

Mila

Toi

ENGLISH POEMS

Airport

We went to the airport

They have these revolving doors

You never know if they are open or closed

You just hope you will end up somewhere on the other side

Many people in uniforms

You feel they are going to ask you something you don’t have

Like a travel permit

Even though you know you did not do anything wrong

And you wait in line for the sun, the beaches, the palm trees,

With all the happy kids

You are glad you did not forget anything

Everything went smoothly

I told her goodbye and I went home

Another Dream

The sea was quiet

Even the arctic terns had stopped chirping

And all the seagulls had gone away

The beach went silent

No more music from the rocks

Lying down on the wet kelps

I could smell the marine odor of life

Air, water, earth,

Together through my body reunited

Endless caresses and passionate embraces

Thousand of lips and many fingers

And these eyes deeper than the sky

Watching me loving them

But no mermaid

Wild West

Deep inside, in the back of my head

I knew that one day they would come

But not that day

I was having a nap, gently lying down in the sun

Doing no harm

I remember I was dreaming about being happy

No more landlords chasing me

No more harassment at work

Just you and me together

Doing nothing but loving each others

Enjoying life with no purpose

Going nowhere but together

And then they roped me

By the ankles

I can’t remember how many horses

At least two for sure

Dragging me around in the dust

My head banging on the ground

And my ass getting on fire from rubbing the earth

And my hands frantically trying to fight the situation

Only to put more blood on the soil

Then they stopped and I turned over like a barbecued steak

Just before they moved on again

And my arms could not protect my face from being ripped of

Until I had no face

Just blood

And my eyes

Still there

Able to see you

Ballroom Dancing

I went to a dance school

I mean, social dancing

Don’t even imagine me on a modern dance show

Or just for laugh