The Man

Abstract

How to describe a man like Milhaud? Every one of his friends and acquaintances could paint a slightly different portrait. All I can do, therefore, is to sketch some of my own experiences and enthusiasms.

If I could name your color, oh my tenderness,

It would be neither green nor mauve

Nor gray,

But blue

Like the morning sky,

Like the sea,

Like the notebooks of Eugénie de Guérin,

Like those shadows which linger above you,

Vast ocean,

And which, at dusk, withdraw;

You are an exhalation,

An unceasing, eternal

Evaporation.

Léo Latil, Boulouris, 12 August 1912