The Lords of Maussane

One after another they wanted to predict us a happy future,

With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish that suits us!

We have disdained that equality,

Answered no to their assiduous words.

We followed the stony way our heart laid out for us

Up to the plains of air and unique silence.

We have made our rigorous love bleed,

Our happiness wrestle with every pebble.

They say at this moment that beyond their seeing,

Hail frightens them more than the snow of the dead!

René Char