Resistant in the face of fluctuations, including those of the tides which structure the collection, the poet searches the banks to capture the slightest gifts of the sea. The fossils testify to this permanence against erasure. From the outset, she states: “I come from a line of dry / fearful women”, because, for her, it is always too “early for a season / stolen from childhood / of [s]we have unwashed sex.” Hence this transfer of feelings according to the incessant image of the sea/mother, of the filiation of tossed bodies. “I search / under the debris / what is dead in me. » This is his final confidence to maintain the life of the tides. The layout of the poems, the return of free verses to the left and to the right, grouped as isolated, thus finds its motivation in the breath which translates the vagaries of troubles, of pleasures too, of this blind quest for saving object. These words truly reach us: “I offer you my lover’s eyes / sewn with nostalgia and pity / a calm sea skin of a windless day. »
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