I can’t remember where this hurt comes from. A few words more, a few words more that I can still hear. He had a sorry face. When he’d spoken I too had a sorry face. I don’t remember what he said to me, I don’t know where the words he said flew off to. But what hurt, what awful hurt! We each had an ice cube between our fingers and on our tongue.
Pierre Reverdy, trans. Mark Polizzotti