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

Tridents

Jacques Roubaud

877

                                  OF A DEATH

                                  I finger this death
ⓧ in my thoughts
                                  I wipe off the tears

878

                                  HAPPY DAYS

                                  fire, brook, exhausted earth
ⓧ squared-off sky
                                  unhappy days
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