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Emma Maclay Jenkin

I was introduced to Émile Nelligan's poetry at school this past year, and I found 'Spectre' the most powerful. While my summary of the piece does it no justice, I feel it needs context. This spectre haunts a man on winter nights, calling himself the man's only brother in the dark of night, and embraces the man to his dead breast. He leaves with the new dawn. Here's an excerpt (the same part that I tried to paraphrase in English, only his version is more poetic, drawn out, and, of course, in a different language) of the original French version: Il a hanté mon noir taudis, Et ses soliloques maudits De fantôme L'ont empli d'étrange symptôme. Me diras-tu ton nom navrant, Spectre? Répond- moi de cela franc, Derrière le funèbre écran. Quand je lui demandai son nom, La voix grondant comme un canon Le squelette Crispant sa lèvre violette, Debout et pointant le cadran, Le hurla d'un cri pénétrant, Derrière mon funèbre écran. Je suis en tes affreuses nuits, M'a dit le Spectre des Ennuis, Ton seul frère. Viens contre mon sein funéraire, Que je t'y presse en conquérant. Certe à l'heure, j'y cours, tyran, Derrière mon funèbre écran. I enjoyed building up the layers with different pencils (I actually think I used every pencil from 2H to 6B) and hinting at the figure beneath the shroud. I even threw in some minor contrapposto for fun.

Published More than a year ago

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