«… rats, raccoon bones, snake skeletons…»

«raccoon skeletons», 2015.


I’m afraid nothing can be helped and all letters must be
returned unopened. Poetry must die so poems will live again.

Mines : there were no cities of golden-haired women down there
but rats, raccoon bones, snake skeletons and dark. Black dark.

HARRISON, Jim. 1999 [1998]. Outlyer & Ghazals / Lointains & Ghâzals. Éd. bilingue. Trad. de l’américain par Brice Matthieussent. Paris: 10/18, p. 90 (Ghâzals, poème XXVIII).