Pyrenees
Mountain of the great abused, At the summit of your feverish towers Dims the last gleaming. Naught but void and avalanche, Distress and regret! All these ill-loved troubadours Have seen pale in one summer Their sweet pessimistic realm. Ah! the snow is inexorable That loves having you suffer at its feet, That wants you to die frozen When you’ve lived in the sands. |
René Char