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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me ! Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani by T. Wignesan Opening the eyes requires such an immense effort As if the entire sky were their eyelids And the forehead how to hold it up raise the earth To stare wide-eyed the space between the sticky eyebrows In order to be able to see All of a sudden the neatness of the slashes Of black and white during the afternoon’s storm A world of sharp detached angles The exact banality of the tiniest things All for nothing So therefore it’s really for nothing he was going to die On this stump of a cross his ankles frozen By your atrocious coming and going to the beat of the lapping Inundating the cramped sinister woods O ! the Crowd ! If the gallows were the Tree in the Garden Indeed it has changed since Adam enjoyed its shade So vast and dark in waves of palms towering high The taste of these nocturnal waters rendered them insipid The sky Adam concentrated on the fruit and in the fruit the night His eye was the ultimate star the most solitary Someone wanted to destroy himself screaming into it The hand already held the fruit. Of a sudden the anguish Abated Now the Tree is extirpated from all space Its sap is concentrated in one monstruous fruit This body where God is shrivelled up this Face Of the Person in the désert of an over-populated world This is the Man God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me ! The Christ as pulp bruised empties itself in the depths of the void The entire spirit is drawn upwards by the cry But the taciturn echo awaits that it enters into him The Yes This Yes that Adam has refused him in the Garden Adam Christ uttered it out loud to sum up his tortures Necessary that the act of abandonment be out of proportion And the cross the supreme echo of divine Names. (La nouvelle naissance, O. C. t. I, p. 1088) © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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