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This is the title in French of a short
collection of poems about and written right after – I think the
very same night – I definitely came back from Manchester. My
parents had crossed England to come and pick me up in the north of
Prestwich where I used to work as a sales assistant at Tesco's.
The Horizon of the Poplar Trees was
published as supplement to one of the issues of Mauvaise graine in
1998. This collection is mainly about what I had left in France after
leaving and who I had left in England after coming back. It is also
about my father a lot.
Some
of you know he passed away last February and you can all imagine the
blow that was – it was totally unexpected despite his old age –
and how hard it is still for me to recover from it.
One of
the last collections being under consideration at several publishers
– sorry guys but I do submit simultaneously because I cannot stand
waiting for months for an answer – The Year the World
Ended... Not hosts the
translation in English of this collection. Besides, the whole lot was
republished in issue 54 of the French poetry journal Comme en poésie.
Thank
you Jean-Pierre Lesieur for giving the opportunity to these poems to
live a fresh new life and to have resuscitated them from the drawer.
