A Tomb for Anatole, 1

by kkmeow

by Stéphane Mallarmé
translated by Paul Auster

child sprung from
the two of us — showing
us our ideal, the way
— ours! father
and mother who
sadly existing
survive him as
the two extremes —
badly coupled in him
and sundered
— from whence hi death — o-
bliterating this little child “self”



plus ça change plus c’est la même chose