Surprised by day not breaking any more the moon
and the sun like two old underground thieves
relit the torch and set off. I'm sure that
anyone who'd seen their feeble gleam from a
distance would have felt sorry for them.
What is
certain in all of this is that night fell. And that
a night that falls is a thing that
howls. And that when something howls
the underground thieves use the torch. The torch
that weakly lights the belly of things
and makes the elements sneeze. O howling of
elements that sneeze. O fire that escapes from
the belly of things. And you old thieves do you know
now to whom you can address your underground apologies.
Jean Portante (born 1950) Luxembourg
Translated by Zoë Skoulding
Source: Verseville
From: What does or doesn’t come to pass
and the sun like two old underground thieves
relit the torch and set off. I'm sure that
anyone who'd seen their feeble gleam from a
distance would have felt sorry for them.
What is
certain in all of this is that night fell. And that
a night that falls is a thing that
howls. And that when something howls
the underground thieves use the torch. The torch
that weakly lights the belly of things
and makes the elements sneeze. O howling of
elements that sneeze. O fire that escapes from
the belly of things. And you old thieves do you know
now to whom you can address your underground apologies.
Jean Portante (born 1950) Luxembourg
Translated by Zoë Skoulding
Source: Verseville
From: What does or doesn’t come to pass
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