Rocking to the North Wind

by Liliane Wouters, Anne-Marie Glasheen (Translator)

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First published November 1, 2001

About the author

Liliane Wouters (5 February 1930 – 28 February 2016) was a Belgian poet, playwright, translator, anthologist and essayist.

Wouters was born in Ixelles and taught school from 1949 to 1990. She met Albert Andrew Lheureux and his Théâtre de l'Esprit Frappeur.

She was a Member of the Royal Academy of French Language and Literature of Belgium and the European Academy of Poetry.

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[Steven Godin · Rating 4 out of 5]

Nothing exists. Bread, a lie
That nourishes the body-dream.
And the timorous worm that gnaws
At your seasons — another lie.

Nothing is concrete. Eye, image,
Mirror of the ocean-mirage.
From the horizon's wise line,
Treachery, Bitter deceivers.

Beneath the sky, on the earth
So many things. Nothing sure.
Nothing pure, save the mystery.
Nothing true, but the obscure.

Deny your hands, your mouth,
The water, wind, day and night.
All that I see, I touch,
All that I hold, escapes me.