Benjamin Fondane (1898-1944)
From Mal des fantômes
Is there nothing that can quench us?
A little snow on the lips of the stars,
a little death given in a kiss?
Myself in all this – Who? – Myself?
Fondane, Benjamin – the navigator
whose feet measure verse and earth
and the vast whirlwind of dead men
bent over their papers. World’s end
will find him sitting playing at dice.
Take a look at yourself in the mirror,
Fondane, Benjamin. Heavy eyelids.
A man among many. Dead of hunger.
Translated from the French by Alissa Valles
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