Marie Claude
2009-02-26 09:48:50
How beautiful the sun is when it rises, all fresh,
Hurling out to us “good day,” like an explosion!
– Happy is he who can also lovingly
Salute its setting, more glorious than a dream!
I remember! … I saw everything: flower, spring, furrow,
Swoon under its eye, like a palpitating heart …
– It is late. Run toward the horizon, run quickly!
So that we may catch at least a last slanting sunbeam!
But I pursue in vain the departing God;
Irresistible Night establishes its empire,
Black, damp, deadly, so full of shivering;
An odor of the grave floats in the darkness,
And at the edge of a swamp my fearful foot
Wounds unexpected toads and cold snails.
