Le Chacal (The Jackal) by Ivan de Monbrison

Un chacal de nuit son corps est transparent

va chercher sa pitance dans le souffle

d’un mort.

Les ombres dilettantes pleuvinaient sur nos


et nos rêves les plus fous s’étaient réalisés.

Et la dernière femme que l’ombre ait vêlée

priait, priait la nuit les sourcils relevés,

et la ceinture

du vent lui enserrant la taille

les ombres endormies n’avaient plus de


A jackal in the night his body transparent

goes looking for its food in the breath

of a dead.

The dabbling shadows were drizzling on our


and our maddest dreams had come through.

And the last woman that the shade had calved

prayed, prayed in the night lifting her eyebrows,

and the belt

of the wind grasping her waist

the sleeping shadows having no outlines


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