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Albert Cohen (1895 – 1981)


Greek-born Jewish Swiss novelist who wrote in French.
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Albert Cohen
She answers no more, the one who used to answer always.
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In my sleep, which is the song of the tombs, I have just seen her again, as beautiful as in her youth.
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With her alone I could be far away from everyone.




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Only with her I was not alone, now I am alone with everyone.
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Human friends, friends in hardship and in life, this is our pure love, love of mother and son.
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Brothers, my human brothers, force me to believe in eternal life.
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She does not talk anymore, the one who used to talk so pleasantly.
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Go away, image of my living mother, full of life, as I saw her in France for the last time. Go away! My mother's ghost.
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In my solitude I sing to myself a sweet lullaby, as sweet as my mother used to sing to me.
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Alone dwells every man and everyone mocks everyone else, and a deserted island is our pain.
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My true single consolation is that she is not present to see me in my agony of her death.




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Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved.
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I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front.
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