The following poem is a homage to the French writer Marguerite Duras, a dramatist beloved by my daughter Claire, and deals with the immediate aftermath of a doomed love affair.
Love in the margin
She was the land, he was the sea,
and when the sea walls broke,
he infested her land with salt.
At night she was naked, with fresh make up, naked,
looking at herself in the full length mirror…
Had she been drinking, had she gone mad,
then suddenly she spoke his name…