Between midnight and eternity Kettly Mars translated from the French by Nathan H. Dize The rain has shelved its watering can A sweet dew rises from the earth Everything is calm now The bed beneath the mosquito netting awaits Your eyelids grow heavy You cannot wait to slip into the void But the poem suddenly clings to you As though your desires mean nothing It clings to you, overpowering you The poem slides under your skin Hides itself in your bloodstream You must conceive it, there and now You must carry it in your womb You must give it life So [...]