Poems by Albane Gellé
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A sound of glass inside her
a man he says nothing he is lost in any case he doesn’t hear when he speaks he is sitting on the ground and how he moves you’d think he doesn’t know anything about how he moves he knows a few old-fashioned tunes that are so well-known they make earthquakes happen in his stomach it’s all he knows about himself these earthquakes from which he rises his foundations so surprised sometimes he can get up he stands himself upright though not very often today he is sitting he listens to a tree and the dog chained to the tree for a little while you could mistake him for the tree or for the dog because of the silence between the three if a woman came she would only see the way the man moves and that would make the sound of glass inside her but you can’t know what would happen really you don’t know anything of these things that don’t happen *** a man he doesn’t run he trips over his feet his shoes something isn’t going quite right down there is it not solid enough or what or you think he’s going to fall he doesn’t fall he trips it’s a man who trips yes he could raise his eyes take his time it’s what you tell yourself instead of making us cry look even when he stops he isn’t quite upright not quite standing up more or less bent angled trembling it’s frustrating in the end this man who trips he could still pay attention damn it *** a woman her name she pronounces it as if it were obscene in her mouth there is a whore and a little girl trying to take up the same voice it’s perhaps because of that you back up however it’s surely tenderness in her immobile eyes she doesn’t doubt they’re asking for too much and you don’t say anything to her Translation by Jennifer K Dick |
 Gellé (c) Michel
Albane Gellé was born on December the 7th, 1971, in Guérande. She lives in Chênehutte, near Saumur, and makes a living out of her two passions: writing and horses. As for poetry, she travels everywhere in France to attend readings, meetings, trainings and festivals, to promote her books and discover those of other poets. She published about twenty poetry books (Editions Le Dé bleu, Jacques Brémond, Cheyne, La Dragonne, Esperluète, L’Atelier contemporain…). As for horses, she and her very small horses welcome children to build new relationships beyond horse riding. In the near future, she will also offer poetic horseback rides in the woods.
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