Olivia McCannon Translates Ariane Dreyfus
Poems

Iris

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

Iris, despite the wall
Standing
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

Here
Velvet risen out of balance
Iris



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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