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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Passage through the Sea, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Passage de la mer by T. Wignesan It’s not enough to be torn apart from the night The night must be made to give birth. Now this earth’s a sealed-off orbit This sea an abdomen without lips. When the ground and the sky are not but one wall When water flowing into water becomes totally welded Death appears hermetically maternal At the moment when one should be saved. How many times Oh ! How many times Fetus expelled without the feeling of your being born Would you want to be re-engendered before being expelled ? You despair always you hope Until the Day of all Days. Here between Migdol and the sea You said : « Was there not in Egypt Enough graves for us to be buried in ? » You wanted to return to Misraïm To consume your last piece of bread In front of your burial pit. You know of the anguish the death Of the infant who has to be born. For him in that mortal matrix If he showed more resistance He would want to be born contrary to nature He suffers the horrible imminence of the Wind The space beyond space itself. Here at least forever in an embryonic state Without being born he is. But the Wind endows you through all the fibers He is of your fiber He praises adoring blessed glorified He forces the lips of the sea through your lips In order to be pushed outside by your scream You are born here. It’s not enough to be pulled out of Egypt It was necessary to pave your entry into the desert Exaggerate the aridness as the promised land In such a way that your breath surging up to the heavens Forms with its dust a column of fire Which never-ending Going through him Conducts. (Tu, O.C. t. II, p. 549) © T. Wignesan – Paris, October 20, 2014
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