new thread in this tapestry – second poem

of winter tulips

(à ma muse polonaise, ania helwing)


“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”




since your golden thirst first wove itself into

that tapestry of this ancient minstrel

these crossings of our meandering paths

teaches me drought quickens our thirst for dewdrops


on tulips fleeting wings of nectar with fire


since your ancient minstrel first wove itself

into this golden tapestry of dewdrops

meandering crossings of our thirst for drought

teaches those paths quickening themselves weave me


dragonfly wings of fire with nectar on tulips


since that ancient drought this golden tapestry

wove itself dewdrops meandering into

crossings of our thirst for paths

teaches us that your minstrel quickens our


tulips on fire with nectar of fugitive wings


since first your ancient meandering teaches

we this golden minstrel weaving our thirst for

the drought itself these crossings dewdrops into

tapestry paths quickening our thirst for


fire of nectar on tulips with butterfly wings


toi voix est la nourriture de l’amour ma chanteuse

me donner trop de celui-ci que le désir peut une petite mort

et mon âme peut meurt sous une belle étoile comme toi


chrétien marc valentin

(© 15 march 2014)

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