Guiding Lights (wiersz klasyka)

Charles Baudelaire

Garden of Sloth, Lethe s fountainhead,
pillow of flesh where no dream is of love
but where life seethes and surges endlessly
like wind in heaven, sea within the sea;
A mirror somber in its distances
where charming angles with a mysterious
gentle smile appear beneath the shade
of pines and glaciers which enclose their realm;
Sorry hospital echoing with sights,
adorned b one enormous crucifix,
where tearful prayers rise from excrement
and a sudden ray of winter sunlight falls;
No man s land where every Hercules
becomes a Christ, where mighty phantoms rise
bolt upright from their graves and in the gloom
rend their shrouds by reaching out their hands;
Faun s impudence and a prize-fighter s rage,
jaundiced and weak, your great heart gorged with
that you could find the beauty in their crimes-pride
you, the convicts melancholy emperor;
Festivities where many famous hearts
flutter like months as they go up in flame,
the chandeliers in this enchanted glade
cast a madness on the minuet;
Nightmare crammed with unfathomable things,
which roasting foetuses in a pan,
crones at a mirror served by naked girls
who straighten stockings to entice the Fiend;
Evil angles haunt this lake of blood
darkened b the green shade of the firs,
where under a stricken sky the trumpet-calls
like a fanfare by Weber fade away. . .
These blasphemies these ecstasies these cries,
these groans and curses, tears and Te Deums,
re-echo though a thousand labyrinths-
a holy opium for mortal hearts!
A thousand sentries pass the order on,
a cry repeated by a thousand messengers;
hunters shout it, lost in the deep woods;
the beacon flares on a thousand citadels!
This, O Lord, is the best evidence
that we can offer our dignity,
this sob that swells from age to age and dies
out on the shore of Your eternity!

przysłano: 5 marca 2010

Charles Baudelaire

Inne teksty autora

Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Litania do Szatana
Charles Baudelaire
Do Czytelnika
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
De profundis clamavi
Charles Baudelaire
więcej tekstów »

Strona korzysta z plików cookie w celu realizacji usług zgodnie z Polityką prywatności.
Możesz określić warunki przechowywania lub dostępu do cookie w Twojej przeglądarce.

Zgłoś obraźliwą treść

Uzasadnij swoje zgłoszenie.

wpisz wiadomość