Edouard Roditi

(6 June 1910 - 10 May 1992 / Paris / France)

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  • Einar ├ľkland (11/24/2004 10:37:00 AM)

    We met in Belgrade some 20-25 years ago - he an American intepreter, I a Norwegian poet - and talked about ourselves for many hours. Since then he has stayed in my memory as a most unusual poet and person which I was lucky enough to meet. He was very grumpy, not a sweet man at all, but he was very sweet to me. It is only in later times I have tried to read his poetry. Seance seems to me to be a descripton of an imaginary (?) French surrealist painting. What I like about it is the prose form. It saves the poem, although the poem seems a little dated.

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    Clouds darken the plain.
From all sides, the mountains of the horizon move forward; the plain shrinks, crumpled into valleys that grow deeper. The three rivers become torrents that flow swiftly in their cavernous beds towards those dark spots where they meet: the cities.
    Then the sun again.
    The mountains move back to the distant circular horizon; the valleys disappear, and the three rivers flow placidly in their scarcely

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