BODYPENDENCE
What she
could tell him:
I wish I
were the cup
You bring
to your lips
An oath
binding you
Your
favourite garment
Or just
your bedside book.
Some
fruit you ravenously eat,
The
pillow your face softly rests on,
The grass
you delicately tread
The only
one in the crowd.
The air
you inhale
The beads
of your sweat
The
leather cord around your neck
The one
in the cohort
BODYPENDENCE
What he
could tell her
Sandrine
Plantec
(Translated from French by Sandrine Plantec)
Sandrine spent her childhood and early adulthood in Bordeaux, France, not far from the Atlantic Ocean, a region which undoubtedly shaped her with its huge swathes of silent pine forests contrasting with the ocean's strength. She graduated 30 years ago from university as an English teacher with a taste for literature and linguistics. She lives happily in Tours with her husband and their three children. Writing poetry is one of her passions.
Tags:
Poetry