Translated by Lynn D. Gilbert from Charles Baudelaire
Hate is the vat of Danaus’ pale girls;
Revenge, distraught, arms muscular and red,
Translated by Willow Loveday Little from Jean-Guy Forget
my girlfriend and our friends
blossom into a choir of laughter
Translated by Neil Smith from Jean-Christophe Réhel
i am
less and less
i say goodnight chair good night ventilator