Here's a poem, some poems of sentiment, a poem called "Will to Win". It's full of the imagery, it came out of the resistance movement in France, during WW2, the Marquis hiding, having supplies dropped to them etc, etc.
Reads "Will to Win".
Reads first line "Heart goes straight on..."
Reads "Girl Running Down Hill".
Reads "Upon Watching Margaret Dying".
Here's a translation from Jacques Boraux [sp?], it's in his recent book that won the Prix de France. The poem is called "Connaisance, Knowing".
Reads "Connaissance, Knowing", first line “I have in my mouth...”
And here's a translation from Pierre Trottier [sp?.] It's called "Time Corrected".
Reads "Time Corrected", first line “So I retraced my steps...”
"Last Rites". This was written at the death of my father in hospital.
Reads "Last Rites".
And finally, a poem called "A l'ange avantgardien". it seems strange, but I was brought up to believe there was a guardien angel, un ange gardien, looking after me, so you felt a little more secure. As you know, there are certain places in this province called l'ange gardien. So I thought of the avant, l'ange avant gardien. Stevens had a necessary angel, which to him was reality. Many people have angels, but this challenging avant guarde angel always asking you to be in the avant guarde, seems to me what I was thinking about. "A l'ange avantgardien".
Reads "A l'ange avantgardien", [Howard Fink list first line “We must leave the handrails...”]
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