Michel Deguy (translated by Wilson Baldridge)


Our Dwelling

Lady up close the shadow cat neath your painter’s hand plays
While age riddles mine draining the derma
                      (and slight speck on the pupil)
The palm of night in a sweat glistens above the night

A rick of stars comes back in on the urban horizon
The moon powdered like a Japanese woman
Supplies night’s real estate there
The stadium lights line our alcove

A cautious request
                       Seeks your voice
Which your slow and courteous diction fulfills


Object Complements (December)
A Question for the Poem
On the Secret
That Which Assembles Prepares Resemblance
The Hopscotch Principle
To be free...
An die Musik

Letter to Gérard Bucher regarding On the Vision and the Riddle


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