Un #lundipoésie « in english » ce matin (et sans traduction en plus !) avec un #duopoétique amérindien et américain : Joy Harjo, poétesse Muscogee et Raymond Carver poète américain.
Les élans du cœur et ceux de la nature se croisent et s’ignorent parfois superbement…

Cricket Song, Joy Harjo (2013)

« Tonight I catch a cricket song,
Sung by a cricket who wants the attention of another–
My thinking slides in the wake of the cricket’s sweet
Longing. It’s lit by the full moon as it makes a path
Over the slick grass of the whitest dark,
I doubt the cricket cares his singing is swinging starlight
To the worry that has darkened my mind.
It is mating season.
They will find their way to each other by sound.
Time and how are the mysterious elements of any life.
I will find my way home to you.« 

The Cobweb, Raymond Carver (published in 1986)

« A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
and everything that’s happened to me all these years.
It was hot and still. The tide was out.
No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing
a cobweb touched my forehead.
It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned
and went inside. There was no wind. The sea
was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade.
Where I watch it shudder now and then when my breath
touches it. A fine thread. Intricate.
Before long, before anyone realizes,
I’ll be gone from here.«