Fortunately
there’s childhood
that
persists in being reborn
in begging
for its pittance
joys, verbs
that whet the
appetite
to play,
laugh, dance,
sing,
shout, draw
The child as a physical being who sings 20 Christmas
carols in the middle of January because he doesn’t know that the holidays are
over and that there’s been trouble in the world.
The child symbolic of dreams, he can represent,
among other things, the start of something, the project, the first steps of a
book, of a sculpture, of a painting, that doesn’t yet know the problems
afflicting humanity, the difficulties with which it’s confronted.
The inner child and his daily bread, his fears,
his anger, his heartaches, his always
and his nevers,
his enthusiasm and his great disappointments.
Sometimes we have to go back through childhood,
see it in a different way, redefine ourselves, so as to sketch out solutions or
walk along creative avenues.
© Denise Nadeau
Translation from French to English: Colin Brady
