ghost-bird update

he reads French! I caught him reading Apollinaire's 'Le guetteur mélancolique' Gallimard, Paris 1969
He hasn't actually spoken French out loud, but as he was reading I saw him nod and murmer sounds of approval. I didn't want to pry, he is a private sort of creature. Alas, my curiosity got the better of me and when he went to lay down for a nap, leaving the book open at a certain page I managed to see which poem it was he had been reading, it was:

[JE NE SAIS PLUS]*

Je ne sais plus ni si je l'aime
Ni si l'hiver sait mon péché
Le ciel est un manteau de laine
Et mes amours s'étant cachés
Périssent d'amour en moi-même 

oh my, straight away I feel guilty for prying into his affairs, I mean if this is how he feels, it's no business of mine. Then again it might not have anything to do with where he's at. Although he was in a terrible state when he arrived at my door.....stop! stop speculating. I no longer know either. He'll tell me when he's ready.


* I NO LONGER KNOW
I no longer know whether I love her
Nor if Winter has knowledge of my sin
The sky is a woollen blanket
And my loves remaining hidden
Would perish of love within myself
(my translation, so I'm not sure it's accurate!)

Comments

"stop speculating!"...yes...this
reminds me of the one good thing
i carried away from a difficult
lover..he said " if someone doesn't tell you what they are thinking, and you insist on constantly guessing, then...50% you might be right and 50% you might be very wrong.
so..yes..stop. Wait. i might be
more than you could ever imagine.
Saskia said…
more, yes definitely so

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