TAHAR BEKRI
XVI
Open
to the redbreasts
in crimson circles
Seasons reveal to the olive tree
Their secrets
Given over to the earth new with its laughter
Water answers the call of the torrent
XVII
At the threshold
of the ultimate
race our sober horses stumble
Waystations of luck
And cantabiles backwards
The joustings lose our tawny faces
In the distance memories champ at their bit
XVIII
And we
weave
from our orphaned shelves
Dawning songs
Piercing the strange shipwreck
At the doors of the despairing sea
Water clothed with our dark spray
XIX
In the baptism
of grief
the clamor mires down our frail shores
And the thirsting eyelids of rivers