Emile Nelligan, translated by Anne Carson, 11 May 2006
I hear in me the funeral voices call out transcendentally, when in German style the bands go beating by.
At a mad shiver of my vertebrae if I sob like a lost man, it’s that I hear the funeral voices call out transcendentally.
As a ghostly gallop of zebras my dream goes strangely prowling and I am so haunted that in me always, inside my darknesses
I hear the funeral...