Poets are no exception to the common rule, they are getting old.
Their step is less assured, their pen less assertive, a certain fervor has disappeared.
They accompanied their parents to the brink of death, their children became young parents.
It is time to retire.
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Jean-Pierre Lemaire: advice for a young poet
In this book composed of a hundred poems in beautiful irregular verses, diary of a modest soul, Jean-Pierre Lemaire echoes the dizziness that seizes him at the end of his life.
The God with whom he has dialogued since his first steps in poetry, forty years ago, seems to have faded away.
Her presence is only felt by the feeling of absence that she leaves in her anxious heart.
But this stripping of the age where we find a certain fragility of childhood, on the fringes of the adult world dazed with activity, does not only have drawbacks.
It gives
"a broader look"
on things, a look that
"recaps".
This collection resembles a Book of Hours, whose psalms accompany the unfolding of the days, from dawn to night, following the cycle of the seasons and the liturgical feasts.
At first, the poet notes that the emptiness of his unhitched days
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