The last Hope

Taciturn poplars close ranks.
They do not fear November.

I try to fill in the blanks.
Will the dawn remember?

But the sky has cried enough,
flowers have fallen into a deep sleep.

Winter Soldiers know their stuff.
The last Hope is a secret to keep.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


Peupliers au petit matin © 2017 – F.G.M.


At two past midnight
I had strange visitors.
Were they lost? Were they guides?
The Night only knows!

Unseen stars,
the light of a doubt,
soul scars,
the Maze and the Way Out:

I miss their secret teachings.
They’re nowhere to be found!
Nowhere, they said.
Nowhere, I only remember!

Where all my dreams have gone.
The place where Love was born!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Without Words

Never ask a Father
What is your name?
Never ask a Mother
Where are you from?

Write them a poem
about Spring and Peace:
Winters are harsh enough,
a war is never right.

Do not ask their Child
Who are you?
Give Kindness a Home
for God dwells in his heart

and speaks without words.
– I thank you.
– I love you.
– I bless you.

© Frédéric Georges Martin



Avril. Train de banlieue.
Dernier printemps, ton hiver.
1980. Au revoir Isabelle :
ton âme n’est plus éternelle.

Novembre. Le temps a passé
et nos parents sont au ciel.
Infini bleu, soleil couchant :
le monde est couronné de lumière.

1980. Sombre éternité.
Mais je suis resté ton frère.
Lumière, autre nom de l’Amour.
Lumière, et ta vie recommence.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


April. Suburban train.
Last Spring, your Winter.
1980. Isabelle’s farewell.
Her soul has gone.

November. Many years later.
Our parents in Heaven.
Blue Infinite. Sunset.
A world crowned with Light.

1980. Dark eternity.
But I’m still your brother.
Light. Another word for Love.
Light. And your life begins again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


llustration: Ophelia (John-William Waterhouse, 1889)

The Feather

If by any chance you find out
the Feather of a Sunrise Bird,
blow it with all your might.

It will dance in the light,
and may draw a word
as beautiful as heather.

Follow it with your eyes,
set the world aside,
the Feather is a guide

and you’ll soon discover
the White Garden where
we all stand together.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Feathers Sticker

Je suis un rêve / I am a Dream

Merveilleuse lumière qui traverse
la Nuit, qui transperce le Temps.

Etoiles, je vous aimais,
Amour, je te croyais.

Mais je suis un rêve
et vous aussi.

Je pleure – ce n’est rien.
Si je cesse de rêver, je meurs.

Rêve. Pénombre. Clarté. Dieu,
et tout redevient vrai.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


The Light has come out of the Night
and breaks through the mist of Time.

Stars, I loved you.
Love, I believed in you.

But I am a Dream and so are you.
I’m crying. That’s nothing.

If I cease to dream, I’ll cease to live.
Dream. Darkness. Brightness. God,

and eveything comes

© Frédéric Georges Martin


illustration: Joseph’s Dream (Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis, 1907)