Jacky Lavauzelle Poetry
THE GOD VAGABOND
Fragility is what we have most beautiful.
All poetry and all music, which basically is the same thing, is based on this foundation: fragility.
Nothing big, without fragility.
Nothing tall, without fragility.
She is the mother of all that structures us: imbalance and lack. Anatole France, in Le Désir, wondered: « And how to support our infinite languor On the fragility of a breast? « . Yes how ? What’s more fragile than this butterfly on the music note arises. « To be born with spring, to die with roses » (Lamartine, The Butterfly)