Poetryzine Magazine presents the selected poems by the French poetess Sandrine Davin
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Sitting behind the window She is waiting. A sparrow pecks The last crumbs From his lunch. She smiles at him. The days no longer count. Nights are no longer nights. The silence howls To his deaf ears. She is waiting. From below the window I see you. You're still beautiful Grandmother. Your smile ricochets off my pupils And I send to waltz My hand to you. The desire to hold you in my arms, To caress your face. A dream, an illusion. Soon, I promise...
Between my lips
Between my lips The name of the flesh The story of my being The story of my land time continues To plow my wrinkles I walk Again and again In the ruins of the night
Letter from a soldier
On foul ground I write you these few words I'm fine, don't worry I long for rest. The sun always rises But I never see him Black lives in my dreams But I'm fine, don't worry...
The stars don't shine anymore They sped around the corner, The wind that was my friend Today I curse him. But I'm fine, don't worry...
The blood runs down my cheek A tear from us It's so cold on this floor I am alone, I take off. But I'm fine, don't worry...
My eyelids are getting heavy The sandman will pass And my ears are deaf I draw a line under the past. But I'm fine, don't worry...
On foul ground I wrote these few words I know they will get to you To announce my rest to you. I'm fine, don't worry...
*Sandrine Davin was born in 1975 in Grenoble (FRANCE) where she still resides. She is the author of contemporary poetry inspired by tankas, she has published 15 collections of poetry, the latest of which is entitled "Fracture de terre" at TheBook-Edition. Her works are studied by primary and middle school classes where Sandrine works with these students. She has this taste for sharing poetry with young audi-ences and making them want to write... She is also a graduate of the Société des Poètes Français for her poem "Letter from a soldier".
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