Short piece on a poem by the late and rather unknown to me, Hans van de Waarsenburg.
I included the poem in full, which you should read if nothing else.
Some usual suspects, too—Pound, Blanchot, Nancy, Bonnefoy..

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“Has the one who has left disappeared completely, broken, prone, by a breath as it catches
its breath in the bruises.”

Tr. Anthony Barnett

“It is time to sleep. Must I now / await the return of a riper dawn / for a more regular labour? / Or must I so soon, must I really / go down to the shores of the great underground waters?”

Arseny Tarkovsky,
Tr. Philip Metres & Dimitri Psurtsev

“I see something without sight
in the shadows where I flit
my tongue cannot speak it
my ear cannot make it quiet.”
- Fondane

“In a real sense the man died
of responsibility, the sustained pressure of remembering

what had long been dismembered–”
- Richard Howard