Ninth Life

Believe my words.
Love is Memory in its purest form.

I
I loved a galley slave madly
and remained faithful.

II
I prostituted myself in Babylon
but never lost my virginity.

III
I denied my homeland
and found my island.

IV
A king abused me.
I found refuge in a silent garden.

V
I took my own life.
I descended into Hell.

VI
I saved many lives,
many more than I lived.

VII
I fell on the fields of honor.
I still feel the flame.

VIII
I sang dark songs
in theaters bathed in light.

IX
And I write poems to remember
everything about my

ninth life.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: The Girls of Avignon
(Picasso, 1907)