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Agin-Blais, a poet ...

Maude

Fabian knows his aunt describe the beauties of the world with brio and rare A selection of pictures which arouses our admiration. Maude knows how to describe his state of mind and his existential quest with a grace and exceptional depth. Maude was 14 when she wrote these two poems. We were with her at the sea, unaware that such poetic richness would fit into our memories and in our hearts we totally overwhelming. A poet is among us! We know now.

trough of the wave is a wreck whose rudder is held by a ghost. when the waves will be tired from smashing against the hull of the small boat and when the spray will have completed each of the boards of biting, she will join the world of memories. it is useless to aspire to immortality: it is nothing compared to eternity. we are only now attempting to measure up to infinity. our god is none other than our tears and reflects our lucidity. Only love has the power to make it rain on our insignificant existence by thousands of stars and thus give us the illusion that road we walk on is paved with gold.

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time passes and dies, leaving his trail of memories and words, somewhere between here and elsewhere. You know you're lost. is inevitable, awkward. seasons unfold. Winter falls on my head. my heart six feet under, waiting for the summer and heat. I cash out, motionless. I watch the world pass before me. spectator, I'm drowning in a world too big for me. I drink the wind and I cry it hurts. and then hope takes over. slow hands and leave us a second chance. you get up and attempts to believe a little. one learns happiness, little by little. as we learn to believe in the future.

Agin-Maude Blais

Maine, September 2010

Maude Photo: Judith Blais ♥