Thursday, February 19, 2015

JEAN FREMON
(TRANSLATED BY SERGE GAVRONSKY)

Feather, palm,
hand out side
the sun's motionless
cloud,rain
strange bird cry
into a desolate void
resulting into summer painting
in a granite greensward dawn
as a funeral cortege passes by
drinking to mourn the unknown
in your exhibition to inhabit
a mortality of urban reads.


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