Thomas Dretart: L’énigme de la langue maternelle / Zagonetka materinskog jezika

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L’énigme de la langue maternelle



L’énigme de la langue maternelle


C’est moi qui aie mis au monde la langue maternelle
C’est moi qui fais à naître tout ce qui est à paître
                                                                                     La parole première ayant tenue par Dieu
Si n’étais-je pas Dieu en personne
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Moi j’étais à Lui plus proche                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Que toutes autres choses                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        À paraître au monde                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Monde si cruel                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Si douce même                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Quand me pénètre                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Le pinceau d’un peintre                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          À dessiner les mouvements                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 De la vie nouvelle dans mon                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Ventre sans avoir aucun pardon                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Par rapport de scientifiques à gages                                                                                                                                                                                                   Engagés à la parole sans sentir aucune amour
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Zagonetka materinskog jezika





Ja sam ta koja je donijela na svijet jezik materinski
Ja sam ta otkud dođu svi on koji bi da glođu
Prvu Riječ od Boga koja bijaše održana
Ako ja sama ne bijah Bog osobno
Ja Njemu bijah ponajbliža
Od svih drugih stvari
Pridošlih u svijet
Svijet okrutan
Svijet blag još
Kad me prožeo bi
Kist slikara koji biću
Života novog pokret zače
U utrobi bezgrješnoj bez oprosta
Nasuprot znancima koji na dobroj plaći su
Obvezani Rječju a da Ljubav nikakvu i ne osjete


Thomas Dretart: PAROLE, MON LOGEMENT SOCIAL - poèmes inédits


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