ORIGAMI

by: Marjorie Evasco

This word unfolds, gathers up wind
To speed the crane’s flight
North of my sun to you.

I am shaping this poem
Out of paper, folding
Distances between our seasons.

This poem is a crane.
When its wings unfold,
The paper will be pure and empty.


ORIGAMI

Ce mot se déploie,  ramassant le vent,
Pour faire vite le vol de la grue
Nord de mon soleil vers vous.

Je plie ce poème
du papier, en pliant
Les distances entre nos saisons.

Ce poème est une grue.
Lorsque ses ailes se déploient
Le papier sera pur et vide.

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Meus Otium

Ms. Evasco's poems remind me of the master Haiku poet Basho almost distilling Universe in 3 simple lines.  Here we are given 3 line stanzas where the poem starts as a word, then process of creation takes place and an origami is transfiguration to our crane... this imagery of a crane flying in my head will forever remind me whenever simplicity beckons in my life :-) My secondary french translation is for my francophone friends...
For more of her poems:
http://marjorieevasco.jimdo.com/

Tsuru Origami folding instruction-