My Life
by Henri Michaux (tr. Bernard Waldrop)
My life, you take off without me.
You roll
while I'm still waiting to take a step.
You carry the battle somewhere else.
You leave me alone like this.
I've never followed you.
I don't see too clearly what you offer.
The little I want, you never bring.
Because of this lack, my ideals go way up
To all sorts of things, to infinity almost . . .
because of this little that's lacking, that you never bring.
by Henri Michaux (tr. Bernard Waldrop)
My life, you take off without me.
You roll
while I'm still waiting to take a step.
You carry the battle somewhere else.
You leave me alone like this.
I've never followed you.
I don't see too clearly what you offer.
The little I want, you never bring.
Because of this lack, my ideals go way up
To all sorts of things, to infinity almost . . .
because of this little that's lacking, that you never bring.
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