Lockdown poems

Day 23

Quarantine Rondeau (with Charles d’Orléans)

Tout a part moy en mon penser m’enclos
And I don’t have a lot of other choices
stuck between movies and my hypochondria
I listen to the silence and the last Rufus Wainwright

me who dreamt of being a monk – cloistered that’s a
start
– and I already have a tonsure and a taste for beer
tout a part moy en mon penser m’enclos
and I don’t have a lot of other choices

The flesh sorely needs to continue its training (over video)
And actually I haven’t read all of my books yet
stuck between errands (with certification)
and aperitifs (every evening over Skype)
tout a part moy
en mon penser
m’enclos

Guillaume Marie, french version here