The oriole breached dawn’s capital town. The sword of his song closed the cheerless bed. All forever came to an end. René Char, “The Oriole” (English translation: Nancy Naomi Carlson) Le loriot entra dans la capitale de l’aube. L’épée de son chant ferma le lit triste. Tout à jamais pris fin. René Char, “Le Loriot”Continue reading “Le loriot”