Friday, September 09, 2005


TO THE NEST
Distance yourself from all that.
You bunk in your head,
Your head that pays its debts
And gives good weight.
So that your head loses its weight,
Squanders its vibrant birds on the wing;
So that you forestall your shadow,
So that you maintain your night,
And dine on the black widow's legs.
And leave behind the cares,
The wedding veil
Raising your head, preserving
Your flock of shadows.
At the hour of emptiness, your share of the void,
War of silences, war of mattress stuffing.
*
Jean-Pierre Duprey (1930-1959)
Translation by me
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