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Stars Almost Drown Trailing triangles, the lion crawls Lonely, her throne empty, yellow, abandoned, the bruised widow moon, arm covering her face. Below, the horizon glow, a sunrise unfulfilled. Nodding, we race in long arcs homeward, Lost in this familiar famine, Stone cistern of a sky. Fly over the unseen stream Under the spinning bear; Overtaking, being overtaken, So easily we avoid claws and doubts. Home, home, Hammered horizon-thin, Where stars drown unheard, and widows croak on deathbeds fearing lions. 2. ONCE SUMMER Polishing where your voice cracks in me Death and laughter in your terracotta room The wrinkle approaching Your stomach bleached In accordance with your scarcity 3. RELEASE If I had a story, A vow or a prayer, A brilliant conclusion, a tonic, Removed the world from our shoulders, We could walk on then regardless of others, Like the Seine snaking through Paris arrondisements. Remove the world from our shoulders. 4. THEN AND AGAIN We met in the southern harbor, Your cerulean gaze absorbing my creosote heart, Your fingers like spine bones on a clothesline. Come give me my soul again: See, where it flies! Children play in front of a fountain... Stories I told you of bees disappearing. I am equally afraid. My gutter heart fell then and again. Come give me my soul again: See, where it flies! 5. WITHER When you lose your gaze in nimbus musing, when tears spill and rain blur into one smeared stain, when highway sighs, the chime in ears pressed to ground, the sound between them, merge into static white: Wait for lightening sky; watch cirrus claw the sun to noon; touch tongue to wound, fingers to flame; Name your fears: They wither. 6. ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY Augur intently under air molasses-thick. Divine runes traced along your scarred hands, emblems of yesterdays. Cast glances, bones, spheres, or other likely stories. Little sums co-operate in a final cause--did you guess? Necromancy or some gut feeling? 7. EPIPHANY To neither God nor Nature Nor mediocrity Do I owe a death Nor pleasurable difficulty No spirit, no psyche No machine, no gene Nor exhilarating moments Nor the coldest utopia Beware, be wary I just imagine I'm asleep No reason to speak Become flesh quietly Motionless Time to forget 8. THE PROVENANCE OF CLOUDS A sometimes wisdom A lonely vision A love of life A lone revision This disguise is for the season I need only a reason The edge of a precipice A simple matter, reckless Willing more than needing Drinking more than bleeding A compact letter Unfold it if you will The word stuck in time The whole a crime A token of victory Orthodox insincerity We throw a rain of pearls Hard tried by destiny This particle of faith Don't look too closely 1. STARS ALMOST DROWN Stars Almost Drown Trailing triangles, the lion crawls Lonely, her throne empty, yellow, abandoned, the bruised widow moon, arm covering her face. Below, the horizon glow, a sunrise unfulfilled. Nodding, we race in long arcs homeward, Lost in this familiar famine, Stone cistern of a sky. Fly over the unseen stream Under the spinning bear; Overtaking, being overtaken, So easily we avoid claws and doubts. Home, home, Hammered horizon-thin, Where stars drown unheard, and widows croak on deathbeds fearing lions. 2. ONCE SUMMER Polishing where your voice cracks in me Death and laughter in your terracotta room The wrinkle approaching Your stomach bleached In accordance with your scarcity 3. RELEASE If I had a story, A vow or a prayer, A brilliant conclusion, a tonic, Removed the world from our shoulders, We could walk on then regardless of others, Like the Seine snaking through Paris arrondisements. Remove the world from our shoulders. 4. THEN AND AGAIN We met in the southern harbor, Your cerulean gaze absorbing my creosote heart, Your fingers like spine bones on a clothesline. Come give me my soul again: See, where it flies! Children play in front of a fountain... Stories I told you of bees disappearing. I am equally afraid. My gutter heart fell then and again. Come give me my soul again: See, where it flies! 5. WITHER When you lose your gaze in nimbus musing, when tears spill and rain blur into one smeared stain, when highway sighs, the chime in ears pressed to ground, the sound between them, merge into static white: Wait for lightening sky; watch cirrus claw the sun to noon; touch tongue to wound, fingers to flame; Name your fears: They wither. 6. ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY Augur intently under air molasses-thick. Divine runes traced along your scarred hands, emblems of yesterdays. Cast glances, bones, spheres, or other likely stories. Little sums co-operate in a final cause--did you guess? Necromancy or some gut feeling? 7. EPIPHANY To neither God nor Nature Nor mediocrity Do I owe a death Nor pleasurable difficulty No spirit, no psyche No machine, no gene Nor exhilarating moments Nor the coldest utopia Beware, be wary I just imagine I'm asleep No reason to speak Become flesh quietly Motionless Time to forget 8. THE PROVENANCE OF CLOUDS A sometimes wisdom A lonely vision A love of life A lone revision This disguise is for the season I need only a reason The edge of a precipice A simple matter, reckless Willing more than needing Drinking more than bleeding A compact letter Unfold it if you will The word stuck in time The whole a crime A token of victory Orthodox insincerity We throw a rain of pearls Hard tried by destiny This particle of faith Don't look too closely  paroles ajoutées par Baudelaire - Modifier ces paroles |  |
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