One breath opens operatic breaches in the
barrierblurs the pivoting of worn roofsdisperses the
limits of the foyerseclipses the casements.
Along the vine, having put my foot on a gargoyleI descended
into this coach whose epoch is indicated enough by convex
mirrors, curved panels and contour sofas. Hearse of my slumber,
isolated, house of the shepherd of my silliness, the vehicle
veers onto the grass of the old effaced road: and in a defect at
the top of the righthand mirror whirl pale lunar figures, leaves,
A green and blue very deep invade the image.
Unhitching around a patch of gravel.
Here one will whistle for the storm, and Sodoms and
Solymas, and ferocious beasts and armies,
(Postilion and beasts of dream will they again under the most
suffocating forests, drop me to the eyes in the wellspring of
And send us, lashed across lapping waters and spilled drinks,
rolling to the baying of mastiffs...
One breath disperses the limits of the foyer.
Cars of silver and copper
Prows of steel and silver
Beat the foam
Pull up bramble stumps.
The currents of the moor,
And the enormous ruts of the ebb,
Go off circularly eastward,
Toward the forest pillars
Toward the pilings of the pier,
Whose angle is hit by whirlwinds of light.
The cascade rings behind the comic opera huts. Girandoles
prolong, in the orchards and lanes beside the Meanderthe
greens and reds of sundown. Horatian nymphs with First Empire
hairSiberian Rounddances, Chinese women by Boucher.
Could it be She will have me pardoned for ambitions continually
crushedan easy end repair ages of indigenceone day of
success lull us on the shore of our fatal inability?
(O palms! diamond!love, strength!higher than all joy
and glory!anyhoweverywhere, demon, godyouth of
this being: me!)
Accidents of scientific faëry and movements of social fraternity
be cherished as progressive restitution of the first
But the Vampire who makes us nice commands that we amuse
ourselves with what she leaves us, or otherwise be more droll.
Roll on wounds, through the wearying air and sea; in tortures,
through silence of murderous waters and air; in torments that
laugh, in their silence atrociously howling.