«Helix stairs. Put away the fear. / Light of mind... the boundless unlocks. / Shadows of saints are shining here, / Flap of feathers, screeches of white flocks. Far below, in temples, the undying / Litany; the earthly sighs' repeat. / I am treading an arête of diamond, / Spires of cathe...»
«Underground... Graven ossuaries. / Choir echo; vigil chants and pleas. / Rustling leaves of palms and rosemaries, / Scent of candle wax. Decay and peace... Here are cathedrals' roots of stone. / Here I am summoned, dust and fume; / Be a seed, dissolve in crumbling loam, / Rise as a cath...»
«Petrichor. Bell towers resound. / Heart is wounded joyfully — by whom? / Who has thrown the stone on the ground, / Who broke in the chamber of my tomb? Mare's tails; sky deepening and lumining, / Pearls of daylight scattered... Am I worth?.. / As a maiden on her first communion, / The...»
«1 / / Soir noir. / Neige blanche. / Il vente, il vente! / On ne tient pas sur ses jambes. / Il vente, il vente! / Sur toute la terre de Dieu! / / Le vent moire / La neige blanche. / Sous la neige — la glace. / Et l’on glisse. Que c’est pénible! / Tous les piétons ...»