I waited for you yesterday since morning,
They guessed you wouldn’t come,
Do you remember the weather? Like a holiday!
I went out without a coat
Today came, and they fixed for us
A sometimes specially dismal day,
It was very late, and it was raining,
The drops cascading down the chilly branches,
No word of comfort, tears dried…
I wanted Paul to be like the figures that obsessively return in Bacon: faces eaten by something coming from the inside.
The air was black, and in patches it smelt of smoke. Scattered amongst the heaps of refuse there were braziers and broken packing cases that bore witness to the presence of secret human life.
J.M.G Le Clezio.