Andree Chedid said she always kept her faith in man, in poetry. She celebrated that desire away from the optimism of positive slogans and injunctions of contemporary society. Chedid said and try to be "the most barren of anything." So I chose to honor this poem speaks for itself.
Combat delivers
I bought the night
With a cicada
With a cock
At the peak thunderstruck
I Ramoné night
surplice At dawn
For a swarm of dreams
I worried
I escorted the night
For me its beaches
I slashed slate
With the cry
But night is the night And
night remains
Its share day
Still in his night.
Andree Chedid ("Double-country", 1965 - reprinted in "Texts for a poem - 1949-1970" - published by Flammarion, 1987)
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