Please deliver me, Lady, of prattle and cant
As I bury one hundred years of war and want
Evoking an extraordinary range of settings and images--from "Africa where blood blackens / and tiny desert creatures have to lick / the dew from their flanks to survive" to the havens of exile, and the "snow once again over Paris / this morning sheeting light / under grey blankets"--this searching verse explores love and loss, light and darkness, war and ... >Voir plus
Bruno Doucey lit un texte de Breyten Breytenbach, extrait du recueil "La main qui chante" ! Traduit de l'afrikaans par Georges-Marie Lory et paru en octobre 2020.