As I read the Robert Desnos piece, I wished I was fluent in French and could compare/contrast the original with this translation. It is beautiful in English. I imagine it shimmers in French.
I’m amazed by your curation of Sharpeners (like this one) where I notice themes within a theme, and a theme that builds with each poem…cold, hills, landscape, heart, “The word that has not been said.”
As I read the Robert Desnos piece, I wished I was fluent in French and could compare/contrast the original with this translation. It is beautiful in English. I imagine it shimmers in French.
I’m amazed by your curation of Sharpeners (like this one) where I notice themes within a theme, and a theme that builds with each poem…cold, hills, landscape, heart, “The word that has not been said.”
When the poems come together like this it makes me think of collective consciousness, across time & place
Pls excuse my typos.. meant *unconscious *space