Jean-Pierre Rosnay

Safe-Conduct

     In those days I was rebellious.
     In the forests of Haute-Savoie, of the Vercors, of Mont-Mouchet, night after night I kept the list of the dead we buried by the flickering of torches made out of pine boughs.
     The false names we used to recognize one another were as substantial and actual as the stones that stayed so long in one place, in the river bed.  Mine was Bébé.


trns. by J. Kates 


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