April is National Poetry Month

 

For the first time in many years, I forgot that April is National Poetry Month.

I have always, in the past, enjoyed posting favorite pieces of poetry here at Meanderings and Muses during the month and am a little disappointed in myself for forgetting this year.

But.

Better late than never -

Horizon (to Tristan Tzara) by Philippe Soupault

The whole town has come into my room
the trees have disappeared
and evening clings to my fingers
The houses are turning into ocean liners
the sound of the sea has just reached me up here
In two days we’ll arrive in the Congo
I’ve passed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn
I know there are innumerable hills
Notre-Dame hides the Gaurisankar and the northern lights
night falls drop by drop
I await the hours

Give me that lemonade and the last cigarette
I’m going back to Paris

(translated by Rosmarie Waldrop)