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Not to be Understood

Translated by Mary Ann Caws

In the course of the so dark struggle and the so dark immobility, terror blinding my kingdom, I rose from the winged lions of the harvest to the cold cry of the anemone. I came to the world in the deformity of each being’s chains. We both freed ourselves. I drew from a compatible morality an irreproachable help. Despite a thirst to disappear, I was prodigal in waiting, in valiant faith. No renouncing.


René Char

René Char (1907-88) is one of the most important modern French poets.


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DEC 07-JAN 08

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