Sur le mur du temps à venir, Une fenêtre apparaît. Je l’ouvre, laisse entrer les anges. Le vortex dans son oeil Me fait tournoyer hors de moi-même, L’infini contenu dans son iris bleu Se referme sur moi, Me saisit sous forme d’aigle, Ressuscite des cicatrices anciennes, […]
Nothing is born or perishes, but already existing things combine, then separate anew. — Anaxagoras Somebody spoke at my death But I wasn’t dead. People loved the eulogy, Couldn’t get enough of it. It wasn’t sad at all. All this water came out of nowhere, Mingled with air, And the […]
I live in a house that’s a ship, At times on land, at times on ocean. I will myself into existence, Surrender, invite grace in. I heed the call of the siren. On the phantom ship I don’t know if I’m wave or cloud, Undine or seagull. Whipped by winds, I […]
Fall asleep at the lake tonight, No boundaries, like a fairy, I’m the eagle song, a calling, Light defying gravity, Someone you could steal horses with, Case of mistaken identity, Tears transforming into fish in the air, Force that propels forward, Surrenders, proclaims who I am, With the kind of passport God has, Her will […]
Hélène Cardona talks about her poem "My Mother Ceridwen" and translating her own work.