Poem That Won 3rd Place at Grave-Pupilles 2007

[pseudogeek]

It was meant to be a gift for the teachers who helped me with my writing. One of them decided to submit it to the contest. Yeah. Oh, and it was written as the apres-gout of another poem context that took place before this one where I only got a honorable mention. And this poem is 3 year-old.


Journal de bord d’une fille qui a traversé la nuit

La nuit soulève une douce tempête chimère
Exposant la sirène d’Ys à la tendre chair
Mon cœur s’ouvre aux sylphides qui chantent
Des airs d’un monde fermé que les mots hantent

Les images bohémiennes de la triste mer bien ternes
Glissent sur les pages blanches de la nausée nocturne
Les lumières fendent la foule avec un air plaintif
Les mirages fondent tels des cauchemars captifs

Le cirque est parti pour le jardin idyllique
Me laissant sans regret seule et mélancolique
Endormie sous la branche azur du tonnerre
Où chante l’alkonost du paradis imaginaire

Translation:

Travel Log of a Girl Who Has Voyaged Through the Night

The night uplifts a sweet chimerical tempest
Exposing the siren of Ys of tender flesh
My heart opens to sylphs who sing
Airs of a closed world haunted by words

The matte, bohemian images of wistful sea
Glide on white pages of nocturnal nausea
Lights slice through the mob with a plaintive air
Mirages melt like captured nightmares

The circus has left for the idyllic garden
Leaving me regretlessly lone and melancholic
Sleeping under the azure branch of thunder
Where sings the alkonost of imaginary paradise

Comments

[lunatique]

Nausea is such an unpoetic word. :( Proof again that french is more poetic even with unsavory words. :o

Where's that other poem for which this is the apres-gout?? *o*

[pseudogeek]

The other poem was Sans Chimie, I think. If not it should be La Ville aux lézards.