Showing posts with label Mallarme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mallarme. Show all posts

Friday, February 5, 2010

French Lesson

Mallarmé, he writes, sought
nothingness that is truth.

Then translate this, I beg,
of
his magicienne:
Une voix, du passé longue évocation,
Est-ce la mienne prête à l’incantation?
The hand, he scribes,
is quicker than the eye.

More charming, say I,
and now must bid good-bye.


From de Montaigne,
sixteenth century:

Une personne vous manqué
Et le monde est dépeuplé.
A person lacks you and
the world depopulates?

When you miss someone,
the world is a smaller place.