WITH GOOD GRACE
En Mémoire de
Désirée Jeanne-Marie LEPRINCE
Femme Bretonne
qui
vint
travailler
péniblement
rue des Martyrs puis rue de la Jonquière
à Paris
en
1900
Bread 's
simple present presence
I know it
can
lighten
universes
and
worlds
I know it
me
my ancestors
were
millers
bread
is
Love 's flame
in cold
poverty'
s
heart
my Poem' s
incense
in
this
Sense
grows up
in
more
easy
sky !!!
... and burns
even
in this shell
where
your
fingers
find
pearly Hope !!!
my Faith
perhaps
is
only
Faith
of
a
man
who
is
not
hungry !!!
yet
Poem
is
divided
as
bread
divided
but
in the same time
without
breaking
itself
Poem
respects
bread
in
memry
of
miller
winmill's
wings
are
waves
in
the
sky
and
between clouds
they
recue
you eyes
so
with good grace
I share
Communin' s
mytery
as
your
mystery
with
humillity
what
would be
now
for me
any bread
any word
without
Mercy ???
Dominique Gabriel NOURRY