The Genesis of Language

by Marilyne Bertoncini

1

There was a before
there was
there
was nothing.

The world was closed
on itself
shade
in the green shade.

The world was mute
and words
had to be
born.

2

In the green peace
her voice
the tiny
thread of a voice
where words congeal.

There was a before
there was an after
She
said before she
disappeared

3

Warping words
at the loom of the marshes
where to say
the words.

A flight of words
like a handfull of birds
thrown to the winds
and the world
opens

and millions of words
hang to the stars;
disclosed, the world
throbs

She says
and the vaporous lace
of her words
alights on the waters
where She disappears.

Translated into English by the author and Barry Wallenstein

Musical composition by Victor David Sandiego

Marilyne Bertoncini – writer, translator, litterary critic,and editor of the online review "Recours au Poème" – has published numerous articles and critics on litterature, and translated the work of poets from all over the world. Her own poetry and photos have appeared in journals and online magazines such as Europe, The Wolf, Cordite, La Traductière, Capital des Mots, Ce qui reste, Phoenix

Comments

By Sarah Rohrs on Jan 05, 2015 13:10 (UTC)

Love this meditative poem on words, the world, nature, speaking - sound and language coming from a "there," before "nothing." Wonderfully complex. I see the "She" taking form as she speaks and also passing away, as all things do.