This Love

This Love

This love
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So hopeless
This love
Beautiful as the day
And bad as the weather
When the weather is bad
This love so true
This love so beautiful
So happy
So joyous
And so pathetic
Trembling with fear like a child in the dark
And so sure of itself
Like a tranquil man in the middle of the night
This love that made others afraid
That made them speak
That made them go pale
This love intently watched
Because we intently watch it
Run down hurt trampled finished denied forgotten
Because we ran it down hurt it trampled
it finished it denied it forgot it

                                                 This whole entire love
                                                        Still so lively
                                                         And so sunny
                                                            It’s yours
                                                             It’s mine
                                                   That which has been
                                                   This always new thing
                                                 And which hasn’t changed
                                                       As true as a plant
                                                  As trembling as a bird
                                                As warm as live as summer
                                                          We can both of us
                                                               Come and go
                                                              We can forget
                                                  And then go back to sleep
                                                  Wake up suffer grow old
                                                   Go back to sleep again
                                                   Awake smile and laugh
                                                        And feel younger
                                                      Our love stays there
                                                       Stubborn as an ass
                                                        Lively as desire
                                                        Cruel as memory
                                                        Foolish as regrets
                                                      Tender as remembrance
                                                           Cold as marble
                                                          Beautiful as day
                                                         Fragile as a child
                                                        It watches us, smiling


And it speaks to us without saying a word
And me I listen to it, trembling
And I cry out
I cry out for you
I cry out for me
I beg you
For you for me for all who love each other
And who loved each other
Yes I cry out to it
For you for me and for all the others
That I don’t know
Stay there
There where you are
There where you were in the past
Stay there
Don’t move
Don’t go away
We who loved each other
We’ve forgotten you
Don’t forget us
We had only you on the earth
Don’t let us become cold
Always so much farther away
And anywhere
Give us a sign of life
Much later on a dark night
In the forest of memory
Appear suddenly
Hold your hand out to us
And save us


Jacques Prévert’s 




Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue   
Pour of tor and distances.

God’s lioness,   
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to   
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,

Berries cast dark   

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,   
Something else

Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.

Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.   
The child’s cry

Melts in the wall.   
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive   
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.