Jardin de cendres / Garden of Ashes

Dans le jardin de cendres
les fleurs vivent dans le déni.
De leurs vives couleurs
monte un parfum d’insolence :
contre la sombre évidence,
elles ne croient qu’en la Vie.

Dans mon jardin de pierres
je veux vivre comme elles,
mentir à la Mort
et au noir crépuscule oser parler à Dieu
pour lui dire en retenant mes larmes
“le Paradis c’était ici”.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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In the garden of ashes
flowers live in denial.
They have vibrant colors
and a fragrance of insolence:
against the dark evidence
they only believe in Life.

In my stone garden
I want to live like them,
I want to lie to Death
and if I can hold my tears back
at dusk I will tell God
“Heaven was Here”.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Corner of a Garden (John Singer Sargent, c.1879)

Ephemeral

Stunning
wild flowers bouquet
made by passing angels
from memories and light.

Present
for those who can’t see
and for those
who don’t know

And they smile
when we exclaim
how wonderful!
Eternity is ephemeral!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Wild Flowers in a long-necked Vase
(Odilon Redon, c1912)