I am hard
I am tender
And I lost my time
Dreaming without sleeping
Sleeping while walking
Wherever I passed by
I found my absence
I am nowhere
Except the nothingness
But I’m hiding at the top of the bowels
At the place where the lightning has hit too often
A heart where every word left its keenness
And where my life drops to the slightest move.
Translated from the French poem of Pierre Reverdy, “Tard dans la vie”(1960).