God, on the other side of my table, composes His book whose smoke envelops me: for the flame of my candle is His pen.
As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words… - Edmond Jabes
As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words…
- Edmond Jabes
What is not grasped has all the chances to become real. - Edmond Jabes
What is not grasped has all the chances to become real.
Wound me . . . I can only feed on my humiliated blood. - Edmond Jabes
Wound me . . . I can only feed on my humiliated blood.
We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed. - Edmond Jabes
We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed.
To whom to speak when the other no longer is? The place is empty when emptiness occupies all of the place. - Edmond Jabes
To whom to speak when the other no longer is? The place is empty when emptiness occupies all of the place.
Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter. - Edmond Jabes
Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter.
Silence is no weakness of language. It is, on the contrary, its strength. It is the weakness of words not to know this. - Edmond Jabes
Silence is no weakness of language. It is, on the contrary, its strength. It is the weakness of words not to know this.
One rose is enough for the dawn - Edmond Jabes
One rose is enough for the dawn
Ah, the sun will catch me, in my disturbing transparency. What am I but an awareness of the dark, forever? - Edmond Jabes
Ah, the sun will catch me, in my disturbing transparency. What am I but an awareness of the dark, forever?
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