1 – Poème
Dans la forêt sans heures
On abat un grand arbre.
Un vide vertical
Tremble en forme de fût
Près du tronc étendu.
Cherchez, cherchez, oiseaux,
La place de vos nids
Dans ce haut souvenir
Tant qu’il murmure encore.
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2 – Translation
In the forest without hours
a tall tree is being cut down.
A vertical vacuum
Trembles in the form of a shaft
Near the stretched out trunk.
Birds, look and look again
For where your nests were
In this high memory
While it’s still murmuring.