My moor my child my heather
My real one my snowflake my wild flower,
I watch tomorrow carry you off
Where I can never follow.
My azure my April my free one
My life recedes into the past,
For you, are the birds and the lamp
For you, are the torches and wind.
My swan my almond my amber
For you, are the dreams I once loved
For you, life, its salt and its sun,
For you, so briefly, my guest.
– Andree Chedid, “So Briefly, My Guest”; translated from the French by Judy Cochran in collaboration with Renée Linkhorn; Photography by Meg Reilley