Vowels

Vowels

Black A, white E,red I, green U, blue O - vowels,

Some day I will open your silent pregnacies:

A, black belt, hairy with bursting flies,

Bumbling and buzzing over stinking cruelties,

Pits of night; E, candor of sand and pavilions,

High glacial spears, white kings, trembling Queen Anne's lace;

I, bloody spittle, laughter dribbling from a face

In wild denial or in anger, vermilions;

U,... divine movement of viridian seas,

Peace of pastures animal-strewn, peace of calm lines

Drawn on foreheads worn with heavy alchemies;

O, supreme Trumpet, harsh with strange stridencies,

Silences traced in angels and astral desings:

O... OMEGA...the violet light of His Eyes!

Arthur Rimbaud

Translated by PAUL SCHMIDT

The Dove

The dove

I had a dove,and the sweet dove died;

And I have thought it died of grieving;

O, what could it grieve for? its feet were tied

With a single thread of my  own hand's weaving;

John Keats  Les Odes

Le bateau ivre

Les mouettes rieuses

Je sais les cieux crevant en éclairs, et les trombes

Et les ressacs et les courants; je sais le soir,

L'Aube exaltée ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes

Et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir!

J'ai vu le soleil bas, taché d'horreurs mystiques,

Illuminant de longs figements violets,

Pareils à des acteurs de drames très-antiques

Les flots roulant au loin leurs frissons de volets!

Rimbaud     Le Bateau ivre (extrait)

The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word.

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword.

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves
Yet each man does not  die.

Oscar Wilde  The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

Odes

Coucher de soleil Almanarre HYERES

Life in death, death in life.

La mort est naissance puisque 
la naissance est une entrée dans la mort. 
 Keats