"A bit of light still filters through the words."

M. Blanchot (L'attente L óubli)

Aurora! Aurora!

Inseparable mornings

of pact

and death

"Aurora! Aurora! face purer than a sparke or a probe sounding the desert, it is your woundrous tongues of flames that speed the pace of the vagabond sun. It is your silvery dress and blazing hair, it is your mouth, pink crater giving off fleeting and crazy words amid the slag of intelligence, it is your cool anf frim hand with nails of strange, shimmering beasts that attract this head that has nothing left but a tuft of blond hair!"

Michel Leires (Aurora)

 in: Edmond Jabès, The book of margins

"there is the steel of pain

there is danger's red"

Michel Leiris (Haut Mal)

( One time.

It is enough, the time

of capture,

this accessory

outside-time.

Brightness of body)

Marvel of love

O woman stretchd out

to multiply.

To come. To agonize.

Out of some night

or other,

out of silence

or feast.

The body's in charge.

Death loses patience;

for all death is love.

Sign the unfolded page of night

with the propitious night of signs.

Haut Mal, King's evil, once poetry

had its very own sun:

this sun...

Edmond Jabès - the book of Margins

canandanann 22-02-2003