Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

Insomnia — Ivan de Monbrison

tout à côté du bocal
l’oeil regarde
agrandi par le verre
comme une énorme bille
le poisson faire des tours
on tourne doucement
la poignée de la porte
on fait mine de sortir
le mur s’écaille
et si l’on gratte encore
un peu
on pourrait voir
ce qu’il se passe dehors
dans la rue
la nuit
quand il n’y a plus personne
et que les spectres
sortent des tombes
sans faire de bruits
de peur de réveiller
les morts encore endormis

right next to the fish bowl
the eye looking
enlarged by the glass
as a huge marble
the fish going in circles
one gently turns
the door handle
and pretends to go out
the wall is peeling off
and if one were to scratch a bit
more
one would see
what is happening outside
in the street
at night
when there is no one left anymore
and when the ghosts
leave the graves
without any noise
for the fear of waking up
the dead still asleep

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