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Hernan Marin - Frio, 2012 - graphite on glass
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Manuscript of “Ode to a Nightingale.”
I used to call him month of May lover of childhood days happy because I let him when no one watched be my month of May lover even in December childlike and tender as we walked clasped in each other's arms through the forest always that of our childhood we had no separate memories he kissed my fingers they felt cold he spoke the words words uttered by month of May lovers. I alone heard them One does not heed these words Why One listens to the throbbing heart believing these tender words will sound a lifetime So many months of May throughout the lifetime of two who love.
One month of May they shot him.
- Charlotte Delbo, from her memoir Auschwitz and After
tuverrastuverras replied to your post: I’m reading a kind of memoir for French Women...
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I'm reading a kind of memoir for French Women Writers by this woman who was at Auschwitz but it's like a mixture of prose and poetry and she wrote this poem about her husband where she calls him her month of May lover and it's all lovely talking about how in love they were and everything and then it ends with "One month of May / they shot him." And now I'm sitting here actually crying in the sweet shop this is the absolute saddest thing I've ever read oh my god
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