version 2.

In morning's Warm Clarity
My first certitude was you
My first worry was that Mystery
In the Night would swallow you

- e. dickinson aprés claire malroux par cjwm

version 2.

When the Memory is Full
We put the Lid on tight.
The First Syllable of Morning -
'Presumptuous' said the Night.

- e. dickinson, claire malroux et moi

version 2.

The Vanity of what's Earthly
Is the Refrain that Nature Sings.
She Blesses with Her Beauty -
and undoes everything.

- e. dickinson aprés Claire Malroux et moi

version 2.

How good it is - this lava bed,
For this hard-working boy -
Who must awake to wake the world
And dress his drowsy joy.

- e. dickinson, aprés claire malroux, transl by cjwm

The Glimmer of one Heroic act
Gives Strange Illumination;
The Slow fuse of the Possible
Lights the Fire of Imagination

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

Of Glory not a thing survives
Though Eternal are its scars -
The Asterix is for the Dead
The Living have the Stars

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

Immortality flees its fortune
We Borrow it to our Graves
We Hunger for a Promise
The Force of Human Love

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

version 2.

Is it too late, my Dear, to touch you ?
Here's a moment we once knew -
Oceanic Love, Terrestrial Love,
and Celestial Love too.

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

version 1

Is it too late, Dear, to touch you ?
We've known this moment before -
The Ocean Love and the Earth Love -
and the Love of Heaven too.

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

A letter is an earthly pleasure,
One denied the Gods.

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

Take from me everything, but leave me my Ecstasy,
and I am Richer still than all my Contemporaries.

Does such a fortune suit me ?
While at my very door

there are those who have
much more than me ?

How Vast their Poverty !!

- e.dickinson, aprés claire
malroux et cjwm

As if I were to Question
a Banal Autumn,
which puzzled in my hand.

A Foreigner toppled a Kingdom,
while I, perplexed, stood by.

As if I were to pray to the Orient
to give to me a Morning which would Rise
like a porpoise -

and shatter the Dawn.

- e.dickinson, aprés claire malroux et cjwm

You left me with Regret.
Would that we had Never met.
Your Heart - a Sudden Stranger.
Remember to Forget.

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

Certain Arrows don't Strike their marks
and Others, nothing Save -
Who calls upon Evasion
Fights Ashes in the Grave.

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

And so his Breast did Swell
and he threw forth such a Note
That the Universe was Dazzled -
By Such Sweet Sound Smote.

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

To Marry one's self to Virtue
May be a Discrete and Pleasant Union
But Nature relishes her Roses
As she continues to Consume them.

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

The Geneology of her Honey
Matters little to the Bee -
A Clover suddenly for She
is Aristocracy

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

To a friendly Tomb I take you
It will not hold your Hand
Nor enfold you in its arms
Nor offer a thing you'll Understand.

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

The Flower is no Bother
So tiny is its foot
and lo, compare its tip-toe
to yours, the finest Boot

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

Not knowing when the Dawn will Come
I Open every Door,
Will she be feathered like a Bird
or strike like a Wave upon the Shore ?

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm

This morning comes just Once
But imagines coming twice
Two Dawns for a Single Morning
Gives Life a Sudden Price

- e. dickinson, aprés Claire Malroux, transl : cjwm