L’après-midi nuageux est aussi agréable
que le silence. Qui imaginerait
qu’on en aurait assez du soleil ?
Une belle épitaphe serait, je crois :
Il aimait le soleil ;
encore mieux : Il aimait marcher.
Et pourtant le mort, s’il pouvait parler, dirait peut-être :
je m’étais lassé de marcher,
oui, et même du soleil.
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The cloudy afternoon is as pleasant
as silence. Who would think
one would ever have enough of sunshine?
A good epitaph, I suppose, would be
He liked the sunshine;
better still, He liked to walk.
And yet the dead, if it could speak, might say,
I had grown tired of walking,
yes, even of the sunshine.
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Charles Reznikoff (1894-1976) – The Poems Of Charles Reznikoff: 1918-1975
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