By clinging to the earth and plunging my hands into the depth of the swamp as far as the stones, I get my neck round a little to see the enormous burden that my back supports.

No--it is only the immensity on me.
My gaze goes crawling.

In front of me there are dark things all linked together, which seem to seize or to embrace one another.

I look at those hills which shut out my horizon and imitate gestures and men.
The multitude downfallen there imprisons me in its ruins.

I am walled in by those who are lying down, as I was walled in before by those who stood.
I am not in pain.