Abstract: The poetry of Bonnefoy takes the measure of the rift between spirit and body in the human condition: modern living is double, oscillating between the immediacy of affects and the distance established by thought. This dualist danger, ever present from Descartes, receives a particularly strong echo in the experience of exile. But finding a place means getting back here, in other words weakening the lure of the backland which nonetheless testifies about the desire for an experienced absolute.
