"The iron bird, the bird of steel who after
having lacerated the clouds of morning
would want to puncture the stars beyond
the day, retreats, as if in remorse, into an
artificial cave.
The corporeal bird, the feathered bird,
who forces a tunnel through the wind to
get to the moon he’s seen in a
dream among the branches falls with the
night into a labyrinth of leaves.
And the disembodied one—he who
ravishes the custodian of the skull with
a stammering song opens those
echoing wings moves to pacify space
never to return except once, as an
immortal."
Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo
Translated from the French by Vivek Narayanan
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