Three hundred and sixty-five nights without daytimes, huge, massive, this is what I wish upon the haters of the night.
Early sun, I see you, but only where you no longer are.
— René Char, ‘In a Crude Mountain Shelter‘ (tr. S. Dubroff)
Three hundred and sixty-five nights without daytimes, huge, massive, this is what I wish upon the haters of the night.
Early sun, I see you, but only where you no longer are.
— René Char, ‘In a Crude Mountain Shelter‘ (tr. S. Dubroff)