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Pansements

Sous un soleil brûlant
qui arrache les peaux
ton corps fouille le mien
cherchant des pansements
pour tes blessures

Dressings

Beneath a burning sun
that tears off skins
your body rifles mine
in search of dressings
for your wounds

Extracts from At the Edge of Night - original poems in French by Anise Koltz
translated by Anne-Marie Glasheen. ARC Publications, Visible Poets Series 2009
from Le cri de l’épervier/The Call of the Sparrow-Hawk