Bataille - French Poetry




The Castle


My small sufferings at night
tore me apart
torn into great ruins
on the summit of a bald rock

a crumbling high wall
scales the dark sky
raising the dead stone
of a terrifying tower.



trns. by Mark Spitzer


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