“ The wing goes anointed in oil and in purity. But a blow, falling I don’t know where, sharpens from each tear a hostile tooth. And a soldier, a great soldier, wounds as epaulettes, is enlivened in the heroic evening, and at his feet he shows between laughs, like a horrendous tramp, the brain of Life. We go on together, truly together, unvanquished Light, sickly step; we go on together by the mustard-colored lilacs of a cemetery. This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”
