IMPROVISATIONS# 311
RENE CHAR'S HOUR
(1907-1998)

Never helpless
to hide his body
of verse
in trunks
of explosions
against the enemy/ of poetry
here by a glass
sparkles of water in the sun
drunk with worry
losing yourself in the Resistance
without the warmth
of a chosen convenience
for history shies
against collaborators
always near by,
you write until midnight
on bandages and shadows
by window panes
curled up by plants
hearing the rain
of a blighted sleep.