Manifesto

Through the eyes of a poet

The material world goes by

One does not look to the global picture

But one is fascinated by the ripple

Created by the legs of the water spider

One drowns in the shadow

Of a leaf floating on the surface of a pond

Driven by the mildest zephyr

There one follows the prints

Left on the bank in the early dawn.

  

There one finds one empire

Where one reigns supreme

In the subjective immanent world

Of evasive and furtive emotions

Where time works as one ally.

It is the excruciating pain of the instant

Through the deconstruction of the known  

That makes one voice so universal

So recognizable in an intentional world.

Such a one who can pinpoint a fluttering nexus

And can transform it back into a common experience

To share it with us is in my mind a poet.

22/1/2012

© L. Bailliet