Like Anne Frank and today’s migrants who “carry their borders in their mouths,” Meschonnic’s experience as enfant caché leaves him cherishing voice in [I have nothing left but my walking].

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[I have nothing left but my walking], Don Boes and Gabriella Bedetti (Henri Meschonnic)

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[I have nothing left but my walking], Don Boes and Gabriella Bedetti (Henri Meschonnic)

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