I Tame Shadows
I tame shadows
each day I descend further into their world
and they
domesticated
pose their cold
otherworldly maw on my shoulder
she who conjures stroboscopic dreams may have bewitched me
out of those dreamlike depths where I’m enlaced by shadows
with phantom words
whispered in silence
I tame the shadows and become one of them
Translation from the French
Author note: For some time now I have admired the collages of Ghislaine Lejard, who has often recruited my poems for the “modest books” she creates conjointly with her works. It therefore seemed quite natural when I proposed to her the series of poems in Son corps d’ombre, which were written during the period of mourning following the death of my husband. I’d had the occasion to see and was moved by a gathering of her collages because they so closely echoed the atmosphere of these poems—the majority of which were then included in the book we created (email to translator, December 13, 2021).