Night is my nudity

Night is my nudity
Stars are my teeth
I hurl myself among the dead
Dressed in white sun.

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Insignificance

I put to sleep
The needle
Of my heart
I cry
Over a word
That I lost
I open
The brim
Of a tear
Where the dead
Dawn
Is silent.

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The bird
Of the woods

And the solitude
Of the forest.

Georges Bataille

Translated by Mark Spitzer 1897-1962