Before closing this Poetry sequence, three more moments -for poetry is less
an affair of territories than of moments. You remember Valentin Silvestrov
directing rehearsals for one of his melodies, the most beautiful in Russian music
since Sunless: they were composed to verses from Mandelstam. You remember
the most piercing definition of poetry you’ve ever read, found in a line from
René Char. You remember the woman who described her days as « moments, »
colored not with adjectives but with poets’ names. There was a Valéry moment,
a Supervielle moment. An Aragon moment…