Monday, April 02, 2012


Le bras Révélateur ~ Paul Nougé

The desert horizon
In ochre and dust
Underlines the sunset
Overhangs the night

We steal the minutes
Between waking and dreams
Place them in albums
Between the pages of sleep

The vertical curtain
In glass and reflection
Exclaims to the sunrise
Cautions the day

We pay back in kind
What we never have owned
Numbers balance-sheeted
In the book of belonging


Harlequin said...

wow... i like how this one moves from one landscape to another .... seemingly contra-posed, and then, not quite.... such intriguing and unlikely partners in crime, or perhaps not...

i really enjoyed the experience of reading this one.

Garth said...

Harlequin: yes - horizontal/vertical - not sure what my subconscious was trying to reveal here. :]

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

The desert where I live is so vast and barren at first sight, that you think no beauty can be found inside the seemingly endless heat.

The vertical world and the horizon display a subtle magical dance at dusk and dawn, and there's absolutely nothing to distract from the beauty of this nature dance.

The local Indians here have a story of a beautiful Indian woman who dances in the hills at dawn near the mountains to the west.

She can only be seen at dawn as the sun rises up over the mountains in the east. When the sun hits a portion of land on a western hill, it sparkles and glows like a woman dancing as the sun reflects off the hard dirt desert hills.

I've yet to see this, but every now and again it seeps into my summer dreams.

Cheers! Great post!

Garth said...

Lobi: Thanks for sharing that legend, I love stuff like that :)