Monday, April 25, 2022

RENE CHAR

 




The Resourceful Bulrush



I hear rain even when it's not the rain,

Just nightfall;

I rejoice in dawn even when it's not the dawn,

But my own white pulp stirring among the mud.

A child's mouth ruffles me with its teeth.

Love of the silent waters!


The hawthorn has the nightingale.

I have the spells that bind.



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Rene Char

The Inventors

translated by Mark Hutchinson

Seagull Books, 2015