Rene Char

Evadne


Summer and our life, we were continuous
The country devoured the color of your sweet-smelling skirt
Avidity and constraint had been reconciled
Maubec Castle was settling in the clay
Soon the rolling of its lyre would cease
The violence of plants made us reel
A crow somber rower swerving from the fleet
On the mute flint of quartered noon
Accompanied our understanding with tender movements
Everywhere the sickle must have been at rest
Our rarity began a reign
(The sleepless wind rippling our eyelids
Turning each night the page consented
Wishes any part of you I retain
To extend in a land of famished age and high tear-stone)

This was at the outset of adorable years
The earth loved us a little I remember.




trns. by Mary Ann Caws




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