Poetry
Spring 1949
To Be (Vivre)
We have each of us our hands to give If you took mine I would lead you far ahead I have lived several times and my features have changed After […]
Poetry
Spring 1949
Not to Be (Mourir)
I will not utter a complaint, neither a cry The last song has fallen On the shapeless and dark country The narrow channels of loneliness Are recalling all my lost […]
Poetry
Spring 1949
Impossible Wish
Why did I witness such inhuman things? From crown to yoke, from king to slave, I watch the drama and I know his author. The creeping night preceded all my […]