Ivan de Monbrison

Ivan de Monbrison

Ivan de Monbrison is a poet, novelist and artist born in 1969 in Paris. He has studied oriental languages in Paris, and then worked for the Picasso Museum, before dedicating himself to his own creativity. He has been published in literary magazines globally. His last poetry book in English and Russian без лица / Faceless will be released in Canada this year. He does not believe that his art is of any real significance, he does it as some kind of a tribal ritual, he is fully aware that vanity is one of the worse enemy of artists, and tries to stay away from it as much as possible.

In Montenegro,
The village of Radovichi,
Last summer,
With always the sea near.
And at night
the jackals screaming
when the bells rang,
we thought they were people,
so close,
and maybe they could be.

В Черногории,
Деревня Радовичи,
Прошлое лето,
Всегда море рядом.
И ночью
Кричат шакалы
Когда звонили колокола,
Мы думали, что они люди,
Так близко,
И, может быть, они могли бы быть.

In Montenegro,
a little path going up,
Near the city of Kotor.
First we met a donkey,
then a few goats.
I touched them
they were not scared,
And after,
an empty church, in ruins,
but probably full of ghosts.

В Черногории,
Маленький путь, идущий вверх,
Недалеко от города котор.
Сначала мы встретили осла,
Затем несколько коз.
Я прикоснулся к ним,
Они не испугались,
И после,
Пустая церковь в руинах
Но, наверное, полно призраков.

Poetry in this post: © Ivan de Monbrison
Published with the permission of Ivan de Monbrison