Abandoned Railroad (Eliot Cardinaux)

  Abandoned Railroad

When puffs of smoke
moving handworn
music of a moment
is unlocked, and sound
placed upon an open chamber
finds its rattle –
in blessèd heed,
find the abandoned railroad
in the self-less figure
where began to separate
and look upon
no person but
a frame in which
cool water often waited,
there is strength
to be spoken.
by another,
whom that figure
in the autumn
            only color –




                        December 31^st, ’10

Two Pastorals and a Pastoral Song - (Jim Krull)

 (These three come from "Old Poems", and were written perhaps '07)

First Pastoral

                                    Quietly rolling along

                                    still there

                                    between a finished hose, and side t'bear

                                    Our distant portals wait beside creeping

                                    white line, pretty aside, how

                                    hollow and so missed

                                    Fixed through raining slides near

                                    seven, and be fenced, in

                                    considering where on the hill put denied,

                                    we're place yellows, whites, pinks are listless

                                    Frayed I can see moving about

                                    along quietly.

Second Pastoral

                                    From separate segmentations

                                    Open hatch-costs, thread

                                    Symbol lovely luc

                                    Calls,    thundering glass

                                            a thundering glass over on camille

                                            or ale comme, or sandy heel

                                            yeswhes yes, to the left

                                            alas fashion bikini, last

                                            left, the rack slirr life for nice,

                                            play, alittle dance to entertain

                                            wildlife

Pastoral Song

                                   

                                    We'll no more for are full

                                    besides their preparation, for are opposite

                                    place-absent, of so it is

                                    When the dust came up,

                                    Poured on them

                        Reprise:                        Have both graze won the bank

                                                            Eating-hinges black white and

                                    What would it (laugh) be for

                                    (inside in outside, on the side-mount)

                                    Now and newly painted sheets

                                    Flash constant moving convert

                                    from point to spoken play

                                    on the shore of yellow open sounds.

                                                In victim pointing on a flash

through single movement and around

we shall be sour to lay.

                       

                        Have both graze won the bank

                        Eating hinges black white and

Les Dryades (Eliot Cardinaux)

   Les Dryades

Je vous vois

frisonner parmi les ombres

là où la brise

se donne au fond.

Je vous vois

Chanter parmi les ârbres

Où visiblement clair

Le bruit se plonge en bas.

Les bras

De vos corps subtiles

se donnent au ciel,

ô prisonnières de bois,

si fluide comme un songe

parfait, sensiblement

j’vous derange

de dormir, si lointaines, si long.

J'ecouterai (Eliot Cardinaux)

  J’ecouterai

J’ecouterai dans ton âme
quel inquietude;
            (sonner le cloches
parmi ces ârbres!)  Le fôret dont
il donne son soif aux pierres,

qui ne chante pas

avec toi – Ah, ’l n’y a personne
qui chante là, ni de rien
parmi ces arbres, ni feuilles
sur les branches, cher
                                   
compagnie.



  I’ll listen

I’ll hear, in your soul,

what disquietude;

            (sound the bells

among these trees!)  The forest where

he gives his thirst to stones,

                        who sings not

with you – Ah, no one here sings

nor of anything,

amidst these trees, nor are there leaves

on the branches, dear

company.

                 Written and translated by E. Cardinaux

Etranger, (Eliot Cardinaux)

  Etranger,

Que j’ai tant entendu son cri

dans l’abysse de m0n âme!

Ni fuit; à la mer sur l’horizon,

les choses fantastiques couchant

aux coraux.

Et qu’il lui fait aucun soif,

aux choses parfaites, le bruit du vent

retournait pas à la mer.

Mais la blessée mit au coin;

d’autres figures dans les tenèbres

attendent par la fissure,

lui laissent autant

qu’il ecoute

la chanson du soleil,

clarté inconu des jours!

  Stranger,

O, that I’ve heard his cry

so long, in the abyss of my soul!

Nor flown; at the sea, on the horizon,

fantastic things laying down

in the coral –

And that it gives him no thirst,

of things perfect, the sound of the wind

returned not to the sea.

But her, injured, somehow cornered;

other figures in the shadows

wait by the fissure,

leave him so that

he hears

the song of the sun,

            clarity unknown of days!


                 Also written, translated, by Eliot C.