Oystercatcher Press

 Poems of Yves Bonnefoy 1

translated by Ian Brinton & Michael Grant 

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£5.00 A5 24pp. ISBN: 978-1-905885-57-2.

The Ravine



There was only a sword thrust

Into the mass of stone.

With rusted hilt, the ancient iron   

Had turned the flank of the grey stone red.

And you knew you had to have the courage to take hold

Of such absence in both hands, and wrench

The dark flame out of its vein of night.

Words were scrawled in the blood of the stone,

They spoke of the way of knowledge and of dying.


Enter the depth of absence, distance yourself,

The port is here in the scree.

A bird song

Will be your guide on the new bank.