http://www.fekt.org/marilyne-bertoncini/
Le poème Indian L/ink publié sur le site de FCEH
(Fund for Cultural Education and Heritage is established for cultivating human values focusing on creativity of Human Genius from Past and Present.)
INDIAN L/INK
Translucent and moving jade cave,
the mulberry tree with its chiseled leaves
gives you the amphibolic shelter
of its flickering shadows
and the soft glare of the fruits
the color of Indian
ink
Sitting in its shadow
you watch them
shine and disappear according to
the beam that hits with each tremor of the leaves
and their dark silk
in the feverish summer wind
So black and long, just like
beetles –
once, one of them flew –
shadow upon shadow, from your startled
fingers
and sweet and sticky,
they stain the fingers
and the corner of the mouth
with a scented ink
One more and another –
On the tip of your toes
you reap with your fingers a stellar infinity
under the dark vault of the mulberry tree
rustling with blond wasps
circling the trunk as if it were a mast
the axle of a world which includes you
takes you away
in a return journey
a trip enshroud in silk
back to one’s own
depth
*
The mulberry tree is an Indian
Link
and the poet- a shadow picker
picking the beetle-
colored mulberries –
dives
to the antipodies of this world where words
are unequivocal
and seizing the garnet
drifts in the deep sea where his dream
drives him
*
There
in the India of the mulberry with its endless branches
the words
– like the granules
of the fruit between your fingers
cluster
morula –
the embryogenesis of the poem
in the hyperlink
melting
ink
and sugar
black
Indian
L/ink.
(translated by the author)
