TAHAR BEKRIXVIOpen
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 torrentXVIIAt the threshold
of the ultimate
race our sober horses stumble
Waystations of luck
And cantabiles backwards
The joustings lose our tawny facesIn the distance memories champ at their bitXVIIIAnd we
weave
from our orphaned shelves
Dawning songs
Piercing the strange shipwreck
At the doors of the despairing seaWater clothed with our dark sprayXIXIn the baptism
of grief
the clamor mires down our frail shores
And the thirsting eyelids of rivers