Hédi Kaddour was born in Tunisia in 1945, but has lived in France since childhood. He has published three books of poems with Gallimard: La Fin des vendanges (1989), Jamais une ombre simple (1994), and Passage au Luxembourg (2000), as well as three books with smaller publishers, and a collection of essays on poetry, L’Emotion impossible, with Le Temps qu’il fait in 1994. He teaches literature, drama, and creative writing in Lyon, and writes a theater column. Other poems of his, in Marilyn Hacker’s translation, have appeared in APR, Paris Review, Poetry International, and Verse, among others.
Poetry
Summer 2002
The Music Room
From the French. As for the parquet, it's in a fishbone pattern: Each square made of four other Squares whose planks seem to pursue Each other, and the walls are […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
The Waterfall
From the French. The grouch abstracts himself from what he's reading To contemplate a waterfall which hollows Its way towards the simple depths Of the world. As it passes, it […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
The Doctor
From the French. In the circular courtyard, trees Turn yellow, a madwoman in restraints Watches them; all at once she starts to speak As if nothing were out of the […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
Truth
From the French. A taste of honeyed apples, and of something Slightly acid escorts the heavy tears Of wine, and its green-reflected amber Speaks of long-past autumns. The debate Between […]