Translated by Philip Styrt from Clément Marot
Love and Death each me profanes:
For Love has tangled me in chains
Greetings, dear readers!
I’m currently writing this editorial in Montréal at my family’s dinner table with the back door open and a slight breeze rustling papers next to me. It’s still a bit brisk with spring on its way out but I’ve been admiring the recently bloomed peonies in our garden.
Translated by Philip Styrt from Clément Marot
Love and Death each me profanes:
For Love has tangled me in chains