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The Stars

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth his handy-work.

Psalm xix. 1.


NO cloud obscures the summer sky,
The moon in brightness walks on high,
And, set in azure, every star
Shines, like a gem of heaven, afar!

Child of the earth! oh! lift thy glance
To yon bright firmament's expanse;
The glories of its realm explore,
And gaze, and wonder, and adore!

Doth it not speak to every sense
The marvels of Omnipotence?
Seest thou not there th' Almighty name,
Inscribed in characters of flame?

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Les meules qui brûlent

La plaine, au fond des soirs, s'est allumée,
Et les tocsins cassent leurs bonds de sons,
Aux quatre murs de l'horizon.

- Une meule qui brûle ! -

Par les sillages des chemins, la foule,
Par les sillages des villages, la foule houle
Et dans les cours, les chiens de garde ululent.

- Une meule qui brûle ! -

La flamme ronfle et casse et broie,
S'arrache des haillons qu'elle déploie,
Ou sinueuse et virgulante
S'enroule en chevelure ardente ou lente
Puis s'apaise soudain et se détache
Et ruse et se dérobe - ou rebondit encor :
Et voici, clairs, de la boue et de l'or,
Dans le ciel noir qui s'empanache.

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A Sunset

From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.


I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flames a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapours drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;

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Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter

Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.


Alas! now wilt thou chide, and say (I deem),
My figured descant hides the simple theme:
Or in another wise reproving, say
I ill observe thine own high reticent way.
Oh, pardon, that I testify of thee
What thou couldst never speak, nor others be!

Yet (for the book is not more innocent
Of what the gazer's eyes makes so intent),
She will but smile, perhaps, that I find my fair
Sufficing scope in such strait theme as her.
'Bird of the sun! the stars' wild honey-bee!
Is your gold browsing done so thoroughly?
Or sinks a singed wing to narrow nest in me?'
(Thus she might say: for not this lowly vein
Out-deprecates her deprecating strain.)
Oh, you mistake, dear lady, quite; nor know

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Victor Hugo

A Sunset

I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

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Victor Hugo

A Sunset

I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

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Vénus

Vénus,
La joie est morte au jardin de ton corps
Et les grands lys des bras et les glaïeuls des lèvres
Et les grappes de gloire et d'or,
Sur l'espalier mouvant que fut ton corps,
ont morts.

Les cormorans des temps d'octobre ont laissé choir
Plume à plume, leur deuil, au jardin de tes charmes ;

Mélancoliques, les soirs
Ont laissé choir
Leur deuil, sur tes flambeaux et sur tes armes.

Hélas ! Tant d'échos morts et mortes tant de voix !
Au loin, là-bas, sur l'horizon de cendre rouge,
Un Christ élève au ciel ses bras en croix :
Miserere par les grands soirs et les grands bois !

Vénus,

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As The Fog Rolls In

Kerouac comes out of the fog & mist
a ghost smoking a joint
offers me some
finally -

what suffering I think
to scratch out a few lines
stolen from the humming dynamo
which spins the universe -

cars pass along the low road
more pass on the higher road
red & blue lights along the horizon
disappear in the thick Atlantic fog
which swallows all remaining lights
car headlights
the farmer arrives turning on the light
which floods out through the barn doors
releases the horses to wander around their corral
the big red horse moves towards the fence

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Au passant d'un soir

Dites, quel est le pas
Des mille pas qui vont et passent
Sur les grand'routes de l'espace,
Dites, quel est le pas
Qui doucement, un soir, devant ma porte basse
S'arrêtera ?

Elle est humble, ma porte,
Et pauvre, ma maison.
Mais ces choses n'importent.

Je regarde rentrer chez moi tout l'horizon
A chaque heure du jour, en ouvrant ma fenêtre ;
Et la lumière et l'ombre et le vent des saisons
Sont la joie et la force et l'élan de mon être.

Si je n'ai plus en moi cette angoisse de Dieu
Qui fit mourir les saints et les martyrs dans Rome,
Mon coeur, qui n'a changé que de liens et de voeux,
Eprouve en lui l'amour et l'angoisse de l'homme.

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Victor Hugo

Conclusion

Il est ! Mais nul cri d'homme ou d'ange, nul effroi,
Nul amour, nulle bouche, humble, tendre ou superbe,
Ne peut balbutier distinctement ce verbe !
Il est ! il est ! il est ! il est éperdument !
Tout, les feux, les clartés, les cieux, l'immense aimant,
Les jours, les nuits, tout est le chiffre ; il est la somme.
Plénitude pour lui, c'est l'infini pour l'homme.
Faire un dogme, et l'y mettre ! ô rêve ! inventer Dieu !
Il est ! Contentez-vous du monde, cet aveu !
Quoi ! des religions, c'est ce que tu veux faire,
Toi, l'homme ! ouvrir les yeux suffit ; je le préfère.
Contente-toi de croire en Lui ; contente-toi
De l'espérance avec sa grande aile, la foi ;
Contente-toi de boire, altéré, ce dictame ;
Contente-toi de dire : - Il est, puisque la femme
Berce l'enfant avec un chant mystérieux ;
Il est, puisque l'esprit frissonne curieux ;
Il est, puisque je vais le front haut ; puisqu'un maître
Qui n'est pas lui, m'indigne, et n'a pas le droit d'être ;
Il est, puisque César tremble devant Patmos ;

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