Black Sun of Melancholy
“El Desdichado” doesn’t quite work through melancholy but gives form and refuge to it.
Selections from Gaspard de la Nuit
And I wondered if I was awake or asleep, if it was the moon's paleness or Lucifer's, if it was midnight or dawn!
René Char’s “Full of Tears” translated by Stuart Kendall
When the class that, unbeknownst to our age, we continue to attend, truly reaches its end, night falls on the self. What’s the use of clarifying it, full of tears?