Poem 1
I will untie the
moment
but too late
Death will have seized my clenched fist
Poem 2
The train will take me far
from you
I shall gently wave a hand
in your direction
bur you will only see a bleeding stump
tracing circles in space
Poem 3
Darkness will rob me of your
face
I shall sneer to hide
my trouble wandering phantom
deprived of feelings
Poem 4
The freezing train will
already be moving
and I shall cry out your name
from the depths
of my lost love
Poem 5
In vain
you will run my love
with that desperate love as your only baggage
in my eyes you will discern
incredulity
Poem 6
We shall be so numerous
in this convoy
so eager to hug each other to death
to get away from you
you
the disastrous living
Poem 7
I shall have lived my love
quite certainly
I shall have loved those fragments of desire
but with no hesitation
I shall pierce your flesh with
the thorn of death
my own death
to inoculate you better
with forgetfulness
Translated from
the French by Brian Cole
