David Kherdian Traduction: Mado Spiegler Nous ne partirons jamais du pique-nique à Thompsondale Nos mères éternellement belles en robes d’ été Nos…
David Kherdian Traduction: Mado Spiegler Dans le vaste firmament le monde éternel tournoie. Tombées du poirier, les fleurs de l’ été feront un tapis…
David Kherdian Perhaps it is time to remember ourselves and each other as we were, not warring, but not yet at peace, only…
David Kherdian In the great firmament the eternal world spins on— The summer pear blossoms will make a perfect mat for the autumn frost—…
David Kherdian We will never leave the picnic at Thompsondale our mothers ever beautiful in their summer dresses Our fathers with…
David Kherdian The tall, very tall yellow brick chimney aged into darkness by soot and time that stood down below the end of…