Enraptured by a gem, I'd return to my rest <br />There where the winds calm down and the sources suspend <br />Inert space and movement whose runs are caused to end <br />By the lure of a field flagged with tatters and shreds. <br /> <br />T' was a triumph with flags and altars of repose. <br />Cold heavens have lit on the Bears in the abyss. <br />I'm driven back into my ultimate recess, <br />A green country that lies under my lids enclosed. <br /> <br />It is a starred world that placid power has seized, <br />That's full of sparkling gems and gleams, where arises <br />-Shining forth like a jewel- an immobility <br /> <br />Where dawn would set ablaze pyres and flows of sounds staunch, <br />If the song did not dig this trench from where to launch, <br />In hails of shafts, slumbers full of disloyalty. <br /> <br />FORET SMARAGDINE <br /> <br />D'une gemme hanté regagner mon repos, <br />Où suspendent les vents et musèlent les sources <br />L'espace et le courant dont achève les courses <br />L'illusion d'un champ pavoisé d'oripeaux. <br /> <br />Voici qu'ont triomphé les haltes, les drapeaux. <br />Les froids ont allumé aux abîmes les Ourses. <br />Tu gagnes les confins et, dernière ressource, <br />Rejoins le pays vert qui règne sous les peaux. <br /> <br />Monde stellé qu'étreint une inerte puissance, <br />Où tout est pierreries et lueur et naissance <br />D'une immobilité qui rayonne -joyau- <br /> <br />Où l'aube allumerait des brasiers de silence <br />Si le chant ne creusait cette mine qui lance <br />D'une grêle de dards les sommeils déloyaux.<br /><br />Michel Galiana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emerald-forest/
