In this period of the corona blockade which continues without knowing till when, and arouses complains about the solitude and lack of activity which bother so many of us reverberates the pessimistic lines of David Avidan in his poem “Power of attorney”:
“What justifies most of all the loneliness, the great despair, the strange caring
of the great loneliness and the great despair is the simple indisputable fact that
we don’t really have anywhere to go”.
But I preferred to come back to peruse Les poems en prose “La solitude” in “Le spleen de Paris” of Charles Baudelaire (I quote the poem and add my commentary.
