Here is a title that deserves attention at the start of the year, especially since it went under the radar last fall. In this collection dedicated to the author’s daughter, we find this subtitle: song for the child who returns. It is to herself, to her descendants and to all women that the overly discreet but remarkable poet Diane Régimbald writes and invites to action.
Posted yesterday at 4:30 p.m.
The verb became flesh, the verb became clear. Outside the gray, outside the crisis, inside the feeling, the imperative and the light. There is urgency, there is danger. The 66 poems support the thought which, for once, is inseparable from the gesture. Diane Régimbald reaches the pinnacle of an art passed through dark dreams, the senseless and ashes in a form that renews her approach.
In the brightest light, it’s an outstretched hand, a shared look, a road to take together. Without refusing anything from the clouds, nor fearing the fire anymore and not fleeing the beast to repaint the sky with the blue that soothes, in order to be and to love with an open heart.
Each poem is a little story of courage steeped in doubts and madness which is, however, part of an unstoppable will to move. Using a frank and precise language, each text is accompanied, at the bottom of the page, by a list of verbs, so many answers to the blind ignorance of the world.
There are no other gods here than divine poetry, writing “which opens the fractals”. Faced with darkness, fear and shame, Diane Régimbald stands tall.
The child will always come back, inviting us to follow in his footsteps.
In the brightest light
Diane Regimbald
Chillwind
78 pages