The poems I put to you today are all from the French poets in the 24th "Poets' Spring" Sino-French Poetry Festival.
The recitation activity of Chengdu Station will be held on the afternoon of March 27 at the White Night Art Space, where poets Shucai, Zhai Yongming, Lan Lan and Li Wanfeng will share this fruit from poetry and spring with all friends.
"2020 Photography Diary" by Li Hantao
1Amadou Lamine Sall (Sénégal) Amado Ramin Salle (Senegal)
Morning Dawn's lover
I look for you everywhere, everywhere
Between flowers and stems
Day and night
Smile in your sleep
Caress in the absence
Everywhere
Mention you here
Like a cat in an alley
A shadow hidden in the gray dawn
But your breath is still there
Incense the shell of my dying body
Lonely
Night Girl, where are you
The source of this poem
The text has slipped away
The quill pen is dancing softly
The Arabic motif revels in Viennese notes
Careless vowels
and stubborn consonants
Moving forward in emptiness
Yawning pages
You'll understand tonight
Why I wrote this poem
Reproduce my words to you in the middle of the night
When the stars are broken
Dance between your lips
Sweet and hot
Between your white lace teeth
Silky teeth
Dance to the fullest
The moon lies above the clouds
Can't love each other anymore
I know you'll be back
For I am the beast in your nest
Humble crawling
Who brings you back
Daylight
- From Amantes d'Aurores, Lovers of the Morning Sun
2Emna Louzyr (Tunisie) Emma Luzil (Tunisia)
wall
Sit in the corner of the wall
His feet don't touch the ground
His eyes
In counting the stars
His feet touched the ground
He knows
The names of the stars
His soul again and again
Dance in the waves of stars
Orion
I threw off my stars
To the next port
The moon had extinguished its lights
Can the Earth be seen more clearly?
rain
This rainy day
A few hailstones
Increased my pain
Now is the time
Set aside
That little sailboat
Go to the moon
3Mo z Majed (Tunisie) Moezzi Majid (Tunisia)
Medina
Prickly pear
Sold in the form of a sonnet
But it is eaten by desire.
Further said.
Five thousand people
Lined up in the yard.
But there was not a sound at all.
My God!
Has anyone ever seen an orange ？
Skimming our hearts?
Cram
In Cram.
Figs undertook a pilgrimage
In the land of her ancestors.
And to La Goulette.
For those fish with frightened eyes.
At the time of the auction
The market is calm!
4Pierre-Alain T che (Suisse) Pierre-Alain Tash (Switzerland)
Stroll on March 25, 2012
Walk alone on the road
In the invigorating flow of vibrato
I came to relax myself.
A small-billed crow saw me
Walk among the dark fortresses of pine trees:
My calmness frightened it.
I walked along the nearest lakeside
Enter the feast of the sap.
Waveless still water gently strokes through
Read the text of the pebbles in the middle of the lake.
Under the lazy willow trees
Just brewing
The first obscure note
Notepad, a green page.
（10：20）
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I don't deserve this peaceful happiness
- The world, the early morning, just right
The redemption of the eyes!
(How do you envision it?) Somewhere else
Innocent blood is flowing,
People mourn the loss of light. ）
I saw some footsteps, gray sandbanks,
Nor could they drain their tears
At this time, the water level rises
It went all the way up to the closed mouth.
（10：25）
Parallel to my trajectory,
As if answering the call of the morning,
A swan slowly soars:
Like water splashing through the silent sky.
The first is the flippers on the surface of the dull water
Powerful exploration,
Then there was the flying feathers whispering,
The tail feathers roar violently
Perfect freedom in the space.
Finally, as the wake gradually subsides,
The happiness of flying allows:
A fleeting false innocence
Take me back
Entrance, dawn, edge of the forest
Back to the beginning of everything
（10：30）
The moon, here, can't
Compensate for water loss.
However, a group of cormorants,
The funeral procession is surprisingly arranged,
They defend their actions
Raise the black bottom of the wing
To the shallow sloping beach at low tide
But at the same moment,
A shadow play spreads,
Where are the mysterious connoisseurs
Fly up and stay on the wooden stakes of the pontoon bridge
Time for a small Mass.
How do you distinguish between the negative and the positive?
If I am angry for the former,
So as you get older,
I finally wisely sat on the side of the latter.
（10：40）
Just after passing the Lavinoge River,
Mistletoe's parasitic sunlight makes me drowsy
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And I happened to be in the right place where you could almost see the pine trees
The imaginary Chinese literati in my mind
Worship this tree for a long time!
I bent down as I passed it,
Pay homage to this Tree of Choice, which sways
Place me in the wonderful overlap of daylight,
Save me from the disgusting port of Disso
There is no whirlpool of ships
Oh no, three steps away from there
The little dwarf in the little shack
Stick out your nose and sniff around
The rich fragrance of daffodils!
（11：10）
The time is coming,
In the middle of the roof and balcony
There will be the city made of wooden planks,
Beneath the high dome formed by bushes of leaves
I'm looking for who is hiding it in the shadows
- In vain, because I dare not guess
The name of the tree species
One more step, and here I am.
The exotic scenery is desolate.
This happy slum,
Need some kids,
The road sign here indicates
The path from dreams to Copacabana.
（11：40）
On the way, my sole
The bubbles that are stepping on are disappearing
Hidden bird-catchers
Foolishly hoping to be glued
On the branches during the day
An angel that cannot be filled
When everything is already there
On an early morning with no clouds and no folds
Like before
The forefront of the walkers
I didn't say a word and passed them by
I'll tell them something
They don't know
（11：55）
Thinking of my mother
Not sure what it means to leave
After a long journey towards the night
After so much bravery, so much love,
I see you go away
There are not enough words to spread
Small white pebbles on the way back.
Maybe it should just be withdrawn
When the rest of life is running out
From early in the morning, the forehead hangs low on the table
Immerse yourself in the wonderful memories.
Or sleep relieves death.
（12：10）
(On the way, so, from Morg to Ukbee)
- Excerpt from Lost Light
5Danielle Risse (Suisse) Danielle Rees (Switzerland)
Travel through time
Through sorrow
Through the smile
Everything is silent.
Life in black and white
Those low roads
Absorb the light of the day.
Under the sky of sentient beings
People hear people who have left
Left behind by the sound of footsteps.
Paper lanterns
I thought I was under a paper lantern
Saw the shadow
Actually, that's just my words.
They are consistent with time
Give a preference for the absolute
A meaning.
6Anne-Marie Jeanjean (Montpellier) Anna-Marie Ran (Montpellier, France)
Spot-tailed forest pigeon
strike
enter
pitfall
at
alarmed
middle
it
put together
life
struggle
most
after
Killed
……
In the light cracks of dawn
You go
Our shadow
In a crack
Separate from each other
Make two into one
It's on that four-equal line
You weave it out
A few subtle points
To foretell all the pain of the flesh
But it was a long time
Bumped into a word...
The word stone
You realize
It grabs the roots deep... from
The bound flesh suddenly burst into blood
Click, you cut into the flesh with a knife
A large blue scarab beetle pounces on your eyelids
You failed to contemplate the loud budding of the word mineral,
It is associated with the flight of insects
- Excerpt from the poetry collection "Basal Veins"
7 Michael l Glück (Montpellier) Mikaire Grouc (Montpellier, France)
A small amount of substance
1
sky
Close to the lips
Lying in a small boat
Someone said it
The beauty of a face
An encyclopedia of eyes
Someone
It lives in my voice
Speak for me
Someone said
An ancient language
A foreign language
A forgotten language
On the lips
Someone speaks
Or shut up
Maybe a poem
A song
Turn on daylight
2
My lips
There is always land
Earth or sky
Word sowing
dust
In the middle of wrinkles
Put aside the exhaustion of the day
Aging writing
Ink of time
Sky and earth
Your lips quarrel
Draw a horizon between the lips
Ribs in the middle
The vitality of words
Autumn leaves
Stored there
The coming light
3
In your eyes
The light of ink
The pupils are flooded
My face
It's not there
It even has its own name
Also forgot
Words
No longer exists
I don't know anything
I'm nothing
This less falls from the sky
And you
You will dance
2021
8 Jacques Guigou (Montpellier) Jacques Guidu (France - Montpellier)
Just flew to face the bay
Time hangs in the balance
Light footsteps
The match bird is close to the dolphin's breath
Coiled together
On the seawall of lips and waves
There is everything in the world
Clearly visible
Face this huge and wild beach alone
The matchmaker recognizes every pebble
- Excerpt from the poetry collection All at Once (2015)
Face the dust and wind
Tenaciously persevered
The young buds of this tamarind willow
Very energetic
It alienates its own stump
But do not leave
In the midst of the sand and dust wind
Split in an instant
That time was connected before
Dust and wind blowing
The shore was innocent
- Excerpt from the poetry collection "The Coming of a Shore" (2019)
2022 "Poets' Spring" Sino-French Poetry Festival
/Organizer/
White Nights, Consulate General of France in Chengdu
/Time/
Sunday, March 27, 2022 at 15:00
/Location/
No. 28 Fanghua Street, Chengdu High-tech Zone, White Night Art Space
(Metro Line 8, 200 meters from Exit D of Fangcao Street Station)
Tips：
1. Participate in the activities on the spot, please wear a mask, cooperate with the staff to check the health code, the itinerary green code, and scan the place code, and after the temperature check, enter in an orderly manner.
2. Enter the site with the QR code of successful registration, and refuse to land in the air.
2. Due to epidemic prevention and control, spectators with the following circumstances will not be allowed to enter:
(1) Abnormal measurement of body temperature (≥ 37.3 °C);
(2) The health code and the itinerary code are displayed abnormally;
(3) Those who have traveled to medium- and high-risk areas within 14 days;
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