Isn’t
the Sun beautiful when everything freshly awakes,
Like
a silent implosion exploding in greeting !
And
so Happily then are they who with love
Can
bid its departure daily, as in a dream !
I
remember!... I saw everything, flower, source and furrow,
Fainting
beneath the eye like a heart which is palpitating…
-
Run towards the horizon,
it is late, run quickly,
To
catch at least an oblique ray of light!
But
I pursued the God in vain which was retiring;
Irresistible
night was now establishing its empire,
Dark,
humid and funerary and full of trembling;
An
odour of the tomb and of darkness reigned,
And
my heavy feet trod on the edge of the swamp
That was peppered with unforeseen toads, mollusc cold.
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