Emile Nelligan

Funeral Marches

I hear in me the funeral voices call out transcendentally, when in German style the bands go beating by.

At a mad shiver of my vertebrae if I sob like a lost man, it’s that I hear the funeral voices call out transcendentally.

As a ghostly gallop of zebras my dream goes strangely prowling and I am so haunted that in me always, inside my darknesses

I hear the funeral...