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Postby Arcturus Descending » Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:23 pm

Elegy in April and December
~~ Wilfred Owen


Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...
I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
And a low whistle by the water's brim.

Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so gaily,-
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.

Look, brook! O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook? - Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will stray among these fields for him.

Gaze, daisy! Stare through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.


2

Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose...

Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn...

Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood...
BE MELTING SNOW. WASH YOURSELF OF YOURSELF.

YOU WANDER FROM ROOM TO ROOM
HUNTING FOR THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
THAT IS ALREADY AROUND YOUR NECK!

DANCE UNTIL YOU SHATTER YOURSELF!

THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Arcturus Descending » Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:31 pm

The Soldier's Christmas Poem
~~ Grant Hays


T'was the night before christmas.
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house.
Made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
With presents to give
And to see just who
In this home did live

I looked all about
A strange sight I did see
No tinsel no presents
Not even a tree

No stocking by mantle
Just boots filled with sand
On the wall hung pictures
Of far distant lands

With medals and badges
Awards of all kinds
A sober thought
Came through my mind

For this house was different
It was dark and dreary
I found the home of a soldier
Once I could see clearly

The soldier lay sleeping
Silent alone
Curled up on the floor
In this one bedroom home

The face was so gentle
The room in such disorder
Not how i pictured
A new zealand soldier

Was this the hero
Of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho
The floor for a bed?

I realized the families
That I saw this night
Owed their lives to these soldiers
Who were willing to fight

Soon round the world
The children would play
And grownups would celebrate
A bright christmas day

They all enjoyed freedom
Each month of the year
Because of the soldiers
Like the one lying here

I couldn't help wonder
How many lay alone
On a cold christmas eve
In a land far from home

The very thought brought
A tear to my eye
I dropped to my knees
And started to cry

The soldier awakened
And I heard a rough voice
"Santa don't cry,
This life is my choice;

I fight for freedom
I don't ask for more
My life is my god
My country, my corps

The soldier rolled over
And drifted to sleep
I coundn't control it
I continued to weep

I kept watch for hours
So silent and still
And we both shivered
From the cold night's chill

I didn't want to leave
On that cold dark night
This guardian of honor
So willing to fight

Then the soldier rolled over
With a voice soft and pure
Whispered "carry on santa
It's christmas day all is secure."

One look at my watch
And I knew he was right
"Merry Christmas my friend
And to all a good night."
BE MELTING SNOW. WASH YOURSELF OF YOURSELF.

YOU WANDER FROM ROOM TO ROOM
HUNTING FOR THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
THAT IS ALREADY AROUND YOUR NECK!

DANCE UNTIL YOU SHATTER YOURSELF!

THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Arcturus Descending » Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:39 pm

Strange Meeting
~~ Wilfred Owen

It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile, I knew we stood in Hell.
With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
"Strange, friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn."
"None," said the other, "Save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
But mocks the steady running of the hour,
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something has been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery;
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
I would have poured my spirit without stint
But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
Let us sleep now . . ."
BE MELTING SNOW. WASH YOURSELF OF YOURSELF.

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THAT IS ALREADY AROUND YOUR NECK!

DANCE UNTIL YOU SHATTER YOURSELF!

THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Rilx » Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:50 pm

To a Mouse
on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough


~ ~ Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Orbie » Thu Jun 04, 2015 3:11 am

The Fountain mingle with the river
And the river with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?-

love's Philosophy
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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In answer to your prayer
sincere, the centre of
your circle here,
i stand ; and , without
taking thought,-
i know nothing. But i can

Full well your need-as
you be men
This: Re-Creation. With a
bow,
Then, your obedient

servant now.
One gift is all i find in me,
And that is faithful
memory
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Postby Arcturus Descending » Tue Sep 08, 2015 2:21 pm

*
TRANSFORMATIONS -
by Thomas Hardy


Portion of this yew
Is a man my grandsire knew,
Bosomed here at its foot:
This branch may be his wife,
A ruddy human life
Now turned to a green shoot.

These grasses must be made
Of her who often prayed,
Last century, for repose;
And the fair girl long ago
Whom I often tried to know
May be entering this rose.

So, they are not underground,
But as nerves and veins abound
In the growths of upper air,
And they feel the sun and rain,
And the energy again
That made them what they were!
BE MELTING SNOW. WASH YOURSELF OF YOURSELF.

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THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Arcturus Descending » Fri Mar 18, 2016 3:02 pm

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The Serenity in Stones

I am holding this turquoise
in my hands.
My hands hold the sky
wrought in this little stone.
There is a cloud
at the furthest boundary.
The world is somewhere underneath.

I turn the stone, and there is more sky.
This is the serenity possible in stones,
the place of a feeling to which one belongs.
I am happy as I hold this sky
in my hands, in my eyes, and in myself.

—Simon J. Ortiz, 1975
~~ Beautiful...


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DANCE UNTIL YOU SHATTER YOURSELF!

THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Ultimate Philosophy 1001 » Fri Mar 18, 2016 3:16 pm

My poem

Had a bad day
Lemon taco farts
Your best friend is gay
You smell like roses
Life is hell like overdoses
Will you save the world like moses
Does this sound like rap
But rap is crap
No more about money and ho'ses
This is the life that chose us
But noone to hold us
We're stiff like rock
Suck my cock
Tick tock there goes the clock
Youre slow like gold
You live to break the mold
But you fill the mold
Ice like cold
We see the clock
We fill the sock
Because its fun to mock
These events are timeless
We dont even know what time is
Do you see these onesies
And now their none, see?
You're like a flat pancake
You don't know what's up, mate
You're off the ground
About to pound
But you think you're safe and sound
You think im lying
Well see who's crying
It'll come for you
Gods master plan
Will you be sighing?
Or be smiling?
See, Im not like anyone around me
I see things others don't and can't see
Help me help me
Help me get to the top of the stairs?
Wont you help me get to the top of the stairs?
For a larger, more comfortable, narrower,...waterfall...
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Postby Arcturus Descending » Sat Mar 19, 2016 3:22 pm

Ultimate Philosophy 1001 wrote:My poem

Had a bad day
Lemon taco farts
Your best friend is gay
You smell like roses
Life is hell like overdoses
Will you save the world like moses
Does this sound like rap
But rap is crap
No more about money and ho'ses
This is the life that chose us
But noone to hold us
We're stiff like rock
Suck my cock
Tick tock there goes the clock
Youre slow like gold
You live to break the mold
But you fill the mold
Ice like cold
We see the clock
We fill the sock
Because its fun to mock
These events are timeless
We dont even know what time is
Do you see these onesies
And now their none, see?
You're like a flat pancake
You don't know what's up, mate
You're off the ground
About to pound
But you think you're safe and sound
You think im lying
Well see who's crying
It'll come for you
Gods master plan
Will you be sighing?
Or be smiling?
See, Im not like anyone around me
I see things others don't and can't see
Help me help me
Help me get to the top of the stairs?
Wont you help me get to the top of the stairs?
For a larger, more comfortable, narrower,...waterfall...


I liked your rap, Trixie. I don't normally like rap to music unless it's intelligent and makes sense. Much of the rap out there to me is garbage - too violent, graphically sexual and derogatory/racist - but that's just me. I enjoyed reading your poem. It made sense too as did the rhyming. Wonderer opened a thread called A Thread for Rap. You might consider copying and pasting this over there though of course you don't have to. This thread is basically for poems by known poets, published ones.
But it doesn't really matter. But still, you might consider ALSO putting your rap poem over there. It was good. Maybe some others in here will follow suit and that thread could be resurrected.
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THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Meno_ » Fri Apr 01, 2016 9:18 pm

Sing we for love and idleness
Naught else is worth the having

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living,



And I would rather have my sweet,

Though rose-leaves die of grieving.


There do high deeds in Hungary


To pass all men's believing.

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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Parodites » Sun Jun 06, 2021 12:15 am

Ascolo Parodites wrote:
arcturus rising wrote:Ascolo Parodites"

Avvertimento ali Anima, the title of the poem I quoted (only a stanza from it, I might work on typing out the rest of it in English some time) means "A warning/caution to the soul."

Yes, the idea of love is important to me. I have never experienced it, in the sense of reciprocation, and most likely never will. I am indifferent to happiness and sorrow, though. I love a woman for who she is, what she is- not for how she makes me feel personally or what she does for me, and rather or not I "have" her is irrelevant.
I might imagine that translating these poems into English is a little like working on a very expensive watch with all of its intricacies. I think you just might have to be intimately familar with the poets' works and what they might really be trying to convey, or am I wrong? It would seem to me that it would not just be about translating Italian into English but also in conveying the real meaning and depth of what the poet might be saying and feeling. This can be challenging but oh so worthwhile especially for those to experience the fruits of your wonderful labor.

In this way, these translations, might be difficult but indeed a work of love. I can imagine you sitting hunched over at your desk, like the monks of old trying to translate old biblical text...but maybe not quite like that...but then again, maybe just like that.

Anyway, what you are doing is important. How else might we have and feel the beauty of these wonderful romantic Italian poems.

I am rather surprised that you have not experienced reciprocation in love - your ideal and sense of love is real I think.
Edited: Sat., Feb. 13th


Yes. To translate you must be able to reproduce the poem, not just materially, but in such a way as to expose the spell of misery or joy under which it was originally composed. I read not just poetry but philosophy in foreign languages, a few hundred pages a day. I don't bother translating something unless I am able to reproduce it in my own language in this specific way.







That was 2008-2009. Yeah, it's 2021. I've experience love directly in this time, (that is, fucking). In the end, it sucks.
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omniformis protosseia immutilatum in protosarkos immutilata.

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Postby Arcturus Descending » Thu Jan 27, 2022 4:44 pm

The Journey
by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life that you could save.


There is just something about this poem which grabbed onto me in the moments which I read it.

It didn't speak to me - it shouted to me. So beautiful.
BE MELTING SNOW. WASH YOURSELF OF YOURSELF.

YOU WANDER FROM ROOM TO ROOM
HUNTING FOR THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
THAT IS ALREADY AROUND YOUR NECK!

DANCE UNTIL YOU SHATTER YOURSELF!

THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Meno_ » Thu Jan 27, 2022 6:25 pm

Arcturus Descending wrote:The Journey
by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life that you could save.


There is just something about this poem which grabbed onto me in the moments which I read it.

It didn't speak to me - it shouted to me. So beautiful.



Really beautiful, Arcturus.


And, so this is:



"You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on, baby, light my fire
Come on, baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire"

Songwriters: Jim Morrison / John Densmore


Now Arc, the beauty consist within the highest , but literal metaphore, that is aligned to a progressive alignment to the idea that releases from the darkness . ( of the Platonic cave)

That this ancient idea, and because of it, Prometheus suffered the effects of the slicing of the metaphor by a double edged sword, ..... Is an ancient cause celebre. For which and through which Your quoted and my quoted one, appears on dissolute pages of recognition.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>
>>
>



Especially this:


"But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,"



<
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<<<>
<<<<<<
<<<<<<<<<<

The upward movement, and the feeling that the upward movement is indiginous toward a light of stars, with stars' burning , causing the primordial light, that we realize to be the same , that we lack, through an internal void, that we need to reclaim, by leaving the darkness behind.
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Arcturus Descending » Sat Feb 26, 2022 4:41 pm

Meno,
But little by little,
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,"


God, that is still just as beautiful and continues to give me the shivers as I read it. I wonder why that is.
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HUNTING FOR THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
THAT IS ALREADY AROUND YOUR NECK!

DANCE UNTIL YOU SHATTER YOURSELF!

THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Arcturus Descending » Tue Jul 19, 2022 3:47 pm

Praying
by Mary Oliver

It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

From: Thirst: Poems

I came across this poem and I thought it was beautiful. It could be the most simple and unobtrusive thing we see which suddenly strikes us and turns us on to gratitude and opens that portal to a communion with Something. I suppose it also depends on "where" we are in the moment and "who" we are in the moments.
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THERE IS A VOICE THAT DOESN'T USE WORDS. LISTEN!

LIFE IS A BALANCE BETWEEN HOLDING ON AND LETTING GO!

LET SILENCE TAKE YOU TO THE CORE OF LIFE!
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Re: Some Poems That We Might share ....

Postby Parodites » Sat Jul 23, 2022 6:29 am

edit; turns out love doesn't suck so much, Sarah.

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Le viril jus est séparé de mon sang,
Mais je t'ai tout amours préservé du feu du ciel.
Comme si l'on ne risquait plus de se brûler;
Car le feu ne s'éteint pas, qu'en mourant naisse
Et s'échappe en passeant par ton fontaine enflammée,
Ton arcane érotique; tu en s'allumant,
Rentrés par la chute des anges dans les terre.
Je t'ai déjà promis, tandis que je nourris mon coeur a lui-meme,
O résidu de la vie, tu seras le vieux tableau d'or et de perles.

Et cet amour tombe comme l'ombre,
Dans la loi fatale de notre vieux rêve,
Borne comme l'hiver, comme un soleil lointain
Et encore plus lointain l'été.

Le viril jus est séparé de mon sang,
Mais tu es l'aurore de ma vie récapitulée.
Traîne le reste inferne, ô la chaste et légère enfant:
Le remords, la crainte, les regrets mêlés au plaisir.
Laisse-moi sur ces entassements inégaux:
Toute la vie humaine, les douleurs, la gloire,
L'innocence et la méchanceté, les plaisirs, la force;
Pour mon coeur-fardeau, poids se détacher de toutes ces
Misères qui sont plus qu mort.
Moi, qui suis enfin heureux, je veux être fidèle
Aux souffrances et le jour du premier aveu;
Je vais à ton autel, mon âme est fière
De me dépouiller ainsi dans ta solennelle:

Je me suis jeté dans les bras d'une femme,
Et je ne pouvais que rester et mourir en silence,
L'effusion de mon amour ne fut sans doute
Une pâle allégorie de ma joie;
Joie que je ne comprenais pas.
Ces questions n'y recevaient pas leur dernière réponse.

Ce jour, tu m'as reçu sans me demander qui j'étais;
Car tu savais. Ce jour, tu m'as pris en travers de ton fier cœur,
Et à la fin tes lèvres ont daigné m'ouvrir, bien que,
Dans ton sein, mes souffrances y fussent enchâssées.
Nous avons, l'une et l'autre, conçu une infidélité
Qui nous séparait, mais qui n'avait pas empêché
Nos amours de se renouveler.
Ici, je te montre ce qu'il était possible que tu devinsses.

Parce que je garde encore les seules questions
Auxquelles vous n’avez pas trouvé de réponses.
Parce que j'ai encore les seules questions
Que vous n'avez pas posées.
J'ai toujours la question que vous craignez.
L'âme est l'ennemie de la chair;
Quand la nature de notre pouls a changé,
Et l'esprit avec ses lumière a détruit les apparences,
La moindre de nos sensations nous donne le bonheur,
Et des évanouissements qui sont l'cendre des extases.
Une pâle allégorie de ma joie; les anges-mères
Qui me conduisaient à travers ton jardin, me connaissaient d'avance;
Et mon coeur s'évapora vers leur sein sacré.
Même dans ces écrits d'amour,
Que rien ne pouvait faire comprendre, même à soi-même;
Un poète vivra, par le soin de son rêve:
L'image du coeur se dessinera d'elle-même
Dans sa réflexion; le plaisir qu'il y aura pris
Sera comme une eau qui coulerait et qui va loin,
Que tombe aussi dans les limbes de ta mémoire.

Parce que je garde encore les seules questions
Auxquelles vous n’avez pas trouvé de réponses.
Parce que j'ai encore les seules questions
Que vous n'avez pas posées.
J'ai toujours la question que vous craignez: qui est Sarah?
Vous m'avez dit que cette femme ne vous ressemble plus,
Que la jeunesse était une illusion:
La jeunesse n'est pas illusion, mais seulement indéfinie;
Chatoyant, instable, difficile à garder immobile, comme l'eau;
Comme le feu, car les deux éléments ont cette similitude.
Nous nous sommes vus de loin, tout à la fois;
Ainsi nous partageaient. A ce prix-là, tout est permis.
Tu dois savoir, qu'un désir, tout aussi puissant que mort,
M'a séparé d'beaute:
Mais j'ai toujours cherché à voir derrière ma douleur
L'amour que ta tendresse a pu me donner.
Toute amour se joue entre le monde et la mort;
Il faut aimer les deux.
Je ne peux que t'aimer de ce côté du tombeau,
Tandis que de l'autre côté du tombeau,
L'amour du monde commence, un amour silencieux:
Un jour, le silence se dira ces vérités éternelles;
Ce silence prononcera nos noms;
Sarah, Tyler...



ENGLISH:

The virile juice is separated from my blood,
But I have preserved you from the fire of heaven.
As if there was no risk of further burning myself:
For the fire is not extinguished, but when it dies,
It is born, and when it passes through you, erotic arcanum,
It escapes; when you burn, you are returned to the earth by the fall of angels.
I have already promised you, as I feed my heart back to itself,
Remnant of life, you will rest for me upon the old table of gold and pearls.

And that love falls like a shadow,
In the fatal law of our old dream,
Borne like winter, like a distant sun
And still more distant summer.

The virile juice is separated from my blood,
But you are the dawn of my life recapitulated.
Draw away the rest of hell, drag the infernal train,
O chaste and light child:
The remorse, the fear, the regrets mixed with pleasure.
Leave me on these uncertain heaps: all human life,
Pain, glory, innocence and wickedness, pleasures, strength;
My heart's whole burden, a weight to separate
From all these miseries that are more than dead.
I, who am finally happy, I will be faithful to the sufferings
And to the day of the first confession;
I go to your altar, and my soul is proud to deprive me so in your solemnity.

I threw myself into the arms of a woman,
And I could only stay and die in silence,
The outpouring of my love was a pale allegory
Of my joy; joy that I did not understand.
Our questions did not receive their final answer there.

That day, you received me without asking me who I was;
For you already knew. That day, you took me across your proud heart,
And in the end your lips deigned to open me,
Though, in your womb, my sufferings were gathered up:
We both conceived an infidelity that separated us,
But which did not prevent our love from renewing itself.
Here, I show you what you could become.

For I still keep the only questions
For which you have not found answers.
For I still have the only questions
That you didn't ask.
I still have the question you dread:
Who is Sarah?

The soul is the enemy of the flesh;
When the heart has learned to measure its song by some new rhythm,
And the spirit with its light has burnt away all mere appearances,
The least of our sensations gives us happiness,
And fainting spells that leave us smoldering in our ecstasies.
A pale allegory of my joy; ere the mother-angels
Who led me through your garden, even knew me before you;
And my heart evaporated towards their sacred bosom.
Even in these writings of love,
That nothing could explain, even to oneself;
A poet will live, by the care of his dream:
The picture of the heart will draw itself
In his reflection; the pleasure he obtained
Will be like flowing water that goes far,
Far enough to find a kind of Wisdom, if not Truth,
That also falls into the limbo of your memory.

For I still keep the only questions
To which you have not found answers.
For I still have the only questions
That you didn't ask.
I still have the question that you dread: who is Sarah?
You told me that woman no longer resembles you,
That youth was an illusion:
Youth is not illusion, but only indefinite;
Shimmering, unstable, difficult to keep still, like water;
Like fire, because both elements have this similarity.

We saw each other from afar, all at once;
So we shared each other. At that price, anything goes.
You must know, that a desire, just as powerful as death,
Separated me from Beauty:
But I always tried to look beyond my pain,
Into the love that your tenderness was able to give me.
All love is played out between the world and death;
One must love the one they love, and love the world too.
But I can only love you on this side of the grave,
While on the other side of the tomb,
The love of the world begins, a silent love:
One day, Silence will tell itself these eternal truths;
This silence will pronounce our names;
Sarah, Tyler...
Qui non intelligit, aut taceat, aut discat.

BTHYS TOU ANAHAT KHYA-PANDEMAI.
-- Hermaedion, in: the Liber Endumiaskia.

ΑΝΤΗΡΟΠΑΡΙΟΝ,
in formis perisseia mutilata in omnia perisarkos mutilatum;
omniformis protosseia immutilatum in protosarkos immutilata.

Measure the breaking of the Flesh in the flesh that is broken.
[ The Ecstasies of Zosimos, Tablet
the First.]
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