Unpersons - Un Cercuil Flottant
Le vent funèbre, la soupir grise
(la marée funeste)
le vent funeste, la soupir crispe
la souris grise.
in a flower-husk
in a nonhouse,
'la maison de la non-maison, puisqu'ils renferment'
in a wash of colour
chevalier aux rideaux
fênetre finale
vêtement ridicule
all horsehairshirts & shrouds to rend—
des langes du langage
la fin d'être
(in a dry season)
drapes at the window, the closed the open window
to the veiled world from the curtained sleep
limnèd lethe l'oubli obduratus
le sable fin
'which was not so before'…
false creation, heat-oppressèd brain,
dans la lumière des étoiles malades,
'Come, let me clutch thee—'s.
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Un Cercuil Flottant
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| Title:Un Cercuil Flottant
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