Alcools: Poems

Lul of Faltenin

Lul of Faltenin to Louis de Gonzague Frick Sirens I have crawled toward Your caves you stuck your tongues Out at the sea and danced before Seahorses then you beat your wings I heard the competing choirs A weapon o my restless head I wave a naked branch To dissipate the lukewarm breath Exhaled against my hollering By silent tongues Ahead lie wonders I am nothing by comparison My oldest wounds bleed As I approach and I confess To the murder of my pride If the oarsmen are gone Far from lips that flowered in the waves A thousand thousand spectral hounds Follow a trail that leads To my lovely wounds Their eyes are rabid starlight Lighting my compassion meaning Nothing and my wisdom equals Starlight after all I am The inventor of stars Finally Sirens I descend To a greedy cave Your eyes I love your eyes The stairs are slippery 93 Au loin que vous devenez naines N'attirez plus aucun passant Dans 1'attentive et bien-apprise J'ai vu feuilloler nos forets Mer le soleil se gargarise Ou les matelots desiraient Que vergues et mats reverdissent Je descends et le firmament S'est change tres vite en meduse Puisque je flambe atrocement Que mes bras seuls sont les excuses Et les torches de mon tourment Oiseaux tiriez aux mers la langue Le soleil d'hier m'a rejoint Les otelles nous ensanglantent Dans le nid des Sirenes loin Du troupeau d'etoiles oblongues 94 Distantly you are midgets now Alluring to nobody In the heedful and scholarly I have seen the woods in leaf The sunset gargled by the sea Where seamen pined The sails and masts are greenery again I descend and the firmament Seeing that I burn Swiftly medusifies My arms are excuses And torches of torment Birds stuck out their tongues at the sea Yesterday's sun caught up to me We are soaked with feudal wounds In the far far nest of the Sirens Far from the bleating oblong stars 95 ...