How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle o — René Char, Selected Poems
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle o — René Char, Selected Poems
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle o — René Char, Selected Poems
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle o — René Char, Selected Poems
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle o — René Char, Selected Poems
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How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.

— René Char, Selected Poems
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