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Three States of the Same Nape Translation of Etiemble S Trois Etats D'Une Seule Nuque By T Wignesan
Three states of the same nape, Translation of Etiemble’s Trois états d’une seule nuque by T. Wignesan (End-rhyme scheme: ababacac//abab//ababaccddddddd// ) Nape no 1 Since so many lovers have thought it beautiful, and have extolled it earlier on than I have relapsed and rebellious, I want that this nape be made to fall for me under the axe of an hangman, and rot in my tomb. Being the orphan of you and of it, I’ll rot there, a young old handsome. Nape no 2 When my sword in its proper fitness descends into my sheath, if my spirit dips towards the knot of your nape concelebrated in times gone by, my executioner’s sword at one go cuts your neck and the knot of the eunuch. Nape no 3 Even if so many lovers have found it beautiful, and had it extolled earlier on, I would that he who would in me rebel against these executioners of my belief that this nape were more beautiful yet and that, soon as my ashes scattered be, know how to descend and to rise up to your heart he who I await without rancour: he who I stretch over your heart, he who I spread over your heart, he who falls in love with your heart, he who traps me in your heart, he who returns you to your heart. Broussais, 1977 © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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