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The Saturday poem: El Desdichado

by Katharine Towers

On failing to translate Nerval

Not that I had wished to meet the Widower
nor any man who calls himself the Unconsoled.
But there he was, stepping from the wreckage of his tower,
harp pressed against his dusty heart.

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