Poem Samples

The Song of the Cricket, from Motets, 2010

I once met a little cricket.

He came to live in my pocket,

And wherever I go

Along he comes with me.

 

I met him by chance

On a fine sunny day.

He was waiting for a lift,

Having landed from nowhere

On a huge slab of concrete.

 

He looked for a pocket,

I looked for a cricket:

There seemed to be a fit -

That’s all there was to it.

 

He spoke non-stop

And so did I -

He taught me his language:

I learned it in double-quick time.

 

His language was music,

He was born singing tunes.

We both spoke nonsense perfectly -

Cricket-speak perfection,

Swaying like sea-water

In ebb and flow.

 

And he could change his tune

At the drop of a hat !

All he had to do was speak

In a different key, alter the mode,

Modulate, undulate -

And suddenly all tears dried

Into peals of laughter,

Or your smile froze in horror

At a sudden dreadful tragedy.

 

And so the little cricket

Turned my pocket

Into a great opera house !

Packed with musicians,

Singers and conductors,

All having fun, making up

Tunes as they went along.

 

Call it improvisation,

Call it dialogue, call it counterpoint,

Or call it what you will !

It may not even have a name.

But whatever it is,

My pocket is full of it !

 

…I once met a little cricket.

He came to live in my pocket,

And wherever I went

Along he came with me.

 

 

 

Je suis la vague, from Jeux de mains

Je suis la vague

 

« Je suis la vague, »

Dit la main gauche

« Tu es le surfer

Volant à la crête

De mon écume ».

 

« Je te porte

Et je t’emporte

Là où va la musique

Dans sa mouvance lunatique. »

 

«Tu es mon support,

Tu es ma joie, »

Dit la main droite,

Je veux aller partout

Où tu choisis de m’emmener.”

 

«Tu es mon oxygène,

Mon ballon d’air,

Sans toi, je ne saurais chanter,

Je n’aurais pas de voix. »

 

« Je chanterais sans sentir

La pulsion harmonique,

J’ânonnerais d’une voix blanche

Comme la lune étale

Sur un lac immobile. »

 

« Les flux de ton rouleau

Passe à travers mon corps :

Je chante épanouie

Ma voix s’ouvre et s’envole. »

 

« A nous deux, il n’est rien

Que nous ne puissions faire.

Nous savons prendre pied

Sur la vague éphémère,

Glisser, comme plane dans l’air

L’oiseau aux grandes ailes.

 

« Je suis la plume, et toi le vent :

Nous vivons d’amour

Et de lumière

En écoutant ravis

L’haleine de la mer. »

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