A Walk in the River

Translated by Jo Levy
A few companions had been doing too much talking beside the purple water. The troupe, panic-stricken, ran away, and I found I was incapable of following them. I stepped into the water and the depths turned luminous; faraway ferns could just be seen. The reflections of other dark plants stopped them rising to the surface. Red threads took on all sorts of shapes, caught in the invisible and doubtless powerful currents. A plaster-cast woman advancing caused me to make a gesture which was to take me far.
Translated from the French 

© 2016 C. Herscovici/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
Source: Poetry (July/August 2016)
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