A late poem…
D’ailleurs en ce temps lethargique,
Sans gaite comme sans remords,
Le seul rire encore logique
C’est lui des tetes de morts.
In these lethargic times
Without gaiety, without remorse
The only laugh that is logical
Comes from the skulls of the dead.
September 20, 2012 at 3:28 am
Dark, beautiful, appropriate. Love it!