*FIRST FEATURE OF 2013*
Visions to behold # 4
The artists featured here have been listed in no particular order
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Poeme du jour 15 / Daily poetry 15Au mieux de ses racines
Le pin s'incline
et rompt
nous mourons tous perclus de liens invisibles
quand le vent nous appelle
At most granted by its roots
leans the pine and
gives way
we all die crippled by invisible bonds
when the wind calls us
English version 2
Yielding to its finest roots
the pine bows
and breaks away
we all die crippled by invisible bonds
when summoned by the wind
Frantz, 15 janvier/january 15 - 2013.
English version 2 by Nikki

amour d'hiver - winter love (greek and norwegian)Amour d'hiver
laisser des traces dans la brume
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χειμωνιατικη αγαπη
μεσα στην ομιχλη αφησε τα ιχνη σου
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Winter love
to leave a trace in the mist
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vinterkjærlighet
Ã¥ forlate et avtrykk i skodden
.......
Frantz, november 2012
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SirensThey run when they hear sirens -
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
MorphHe pinned the butterfly
to the card,
the dry rot
of blue wings
so profound
and loud
in the warm room.
Under glass
it seemed a stranger,
not the imago
unfolding in the jar
that dreamed
of the wet season,
but a legless pupa
common
and forgettable.
SacramentLove's a mortal gift -
a blessing to the sane;
hating is a curse,
a sacrament of pain.
A blessing to the sane -
such a worthless trick;
immortalize disdain,
hands upon the sick
Hating is a curse
and yet I wear it well;
coins inside my purse
will pave my way to hell.
A sacrament of pain -
thirst I cannot slake;
a kiss my lover feigns -
this illness that I take



































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