Olivier Leroux-Picard’s fourth collection, Soleil Sans Heures, is a book of remarkable beauty: small and large at the same time.
In less than 50 poems filled with numerous quotations and borrowings, the poet becomes a father before our eyes. First sensitive accompanist of the one who participates, by going to the end of her lungs during childbirth, in the choir of women who preceded her, then novice of paternity, reproducing “the cliché of the father who jumps into the heap to learn on.”
Admitting his shortcomings and in all humility, Olyvier Leroux-Picard intones a refrain known to all parents in the world who must display the generosity necessary to support a child who “learns to fly before learning to walk”. The father understands the infinite powers of his daughter who knows how to change lives: “I hold her in my arms; She keeps me up.” Everyday life then becomes an inexhaustible source of metaphorical mysteries and myths to invent.
A collection of all the truths and all the gratitudes felt deep within oneself, we still read that it is possible, even desirable, to remake the world by making a mistake, at the start of a great and magnificent family journey.
