A poem puts us in language, makes us hear the accents of a life, the thread of that life, helps us to live. "My whole life is in my poems, my poems are the language of my life" (Henri Meschonnic, Vivre poéme, p. 7) Poetics, in what is heard, in what is said, seeks listening against the reason of the sign. He asks the question against the deafness of the sign. Advance in that jungle. Listen that brings us the notion of rhythm, implies it, the plot, is an organization of the movement of the word in language: it is its strength, its tremor, its incessant question. To think of rhythm is to articulate the body to language. That passage. Henri Meschonnic's poetry, in addition to a practice of rhythm, allows us to sharpen the sense, puts us face to face with the tics, with the clisés of language. "And I declare immediately: the poet is a poet when he does not know what he does. The theorist is theoretical when he reflects on what he does not know. The translator is a translator when he gives to hear what a poem does and not just what he says. Hear what the translation erases. All three try to find the questions that the cultural answers hide" (Vivre poéme, p.9). Read Meschonnic and answer Meschonnic, without the preposition to, retaining that impulse of Claudel, that: "I listen. I don't always understand, but I still respond." Reinventing ourselves in reading, in living-language, leaving the common place is an every day journey. "It doesn't take many words to transform our relationship with the world, and with ourselves" (Vivre poéme, p.11) To leave the simil is to encourage the question. This translation was done in the work of a reading about the common place, clisé and stereotypes in language. Henri Meschonnic was our shepherd's star. He took us back to Saussure and opened Humboldt to us. And Emile Benveniste: a reading always ongoing. As Bertrand Noel would say, they were stations. Different. Stations of reading and discussion, of exchanges of ideas, of reading aloud from the works of Henri Meschonnic.