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This poem is taken from PN Review 259, Volume 47 Number 5, May - June 2021.

Olivia McCannon Translates Ariane Dreyfus
Ariane Dreyfus

But God, no, not
Don’t put empty words into your mouth
Men, look

Iris, despite the wall
This is your blue

Your line, let’s imagine
A wound stitched on the quick

Your needlework, its joy swelling
A few continuous seconds of miracle love

Velvet risen out of balance

Heavy rain, the night is feminine

Heavy rain, the night is feminine

Yes, heavy
The grass is content at the centre of everything
With each drop, shivering

Backwards or forwards
The minutes open out

Lighting in the darkness

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