Francis Cabrel
Here’s my attempt to provide a singable English translation of the song “Je t’aimais, je t’aime et je t’aimerai” from Francis Cabrel’s 1994 album, “Samedi soir sur la terre”. Post originally published in 2020. “Je t’aimais, je t’aime et je t’aimerais” is
My poems
The poem, distanced, courses through the blood My struggling language clamouring for air. These empty windows mock the stammering Of hitching speech, and words broken and bare. I'm wincing at the glowing laptop screen The wasted words that crowding weight my brow Flood, blackly voiding sense. The threatened
My poems
Wait, always wait. Storms in abeyance Fabric unspun, pieces of loom Unwoven threads, weight and comb Potential, weft, rags, fragments. But in the mind’s eye - The cloth, storm-soaked linen woven sunken silken Heave, pull, shine before the sun in vast, away, billows Of beauty against the sky, big,