It was late in the evening and dark, the dark river with its lights passing by, reflections from the Seine travelling across the ceiling, sliding along the walls.
Category: Translations
That day has never ended. / The fence he built is still new.
Entangled one with another they watch us. / The good died too soon.
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O, old ocean! the river has mixed with your waters / where I so often bathed
The roof soars so high above the sky’s hanging at arm’s length / And you, dear, are now drunk on a thousand glasses of wine
“Looking up / the wave of your gaze arrived / upon my shore.”
He demands I be a man. What is it to be a man? I ask him.
“In this story, day zero is when I live, and you die.”
(fiction)
“for just a moment I lived / through what they may have felt”
He remains in place next to the stove, watching everyone, observing their flaws.
(fiction)
