tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65999755001965607722023-11-15T07:25:38.858-08:00Ten Lines of Feu et Flamme Per DayJonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-32540537983330353832016-06-08T19:12:00.000-07:002016-06-08T19:20:23.974-07:00Necropolis <span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fourth Night: Necropolis</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>On the earth one is ill; below the earth one is well. --</i>Petrus Borel</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Child of solitude, now hear! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But a horizon draped in gray:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If your blood should vainly grope</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For soporific drafts of hope</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To palliate your spirit's seething,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Which great, sad hearts all use for teething--*</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dare at once to carry out,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To suffer and to name the wrath.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If fanatics bar your mortal</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What if it does not go thence?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your name with vulgar eloquence?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Below the silent tomb, how calm is sleep!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">One's hand free of the ceremental fold</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And find a neighbor's powdery hand to hold.**</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By lively, knotting rootwork overgrown;</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There, endless </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>far niente</i></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">; total silence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Death's estate, what happiness is found!***</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(<a href="https://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/N%C3%A9cropolis">Original</a> - too long to copy/paste here)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">*This is all in there, I swear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">**Alternatively: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 1.38;">...creep/ One's hand free of the tangled winding sheet</i></span></span><br />
<span id="docs-internal-guid-fb03ba6d-32e8-3ca8-af28-5dac45fdaed8"><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Until your fingers and your neighbor's meet.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">***The last couplet can also be rendered</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Remorse's teeth no longer masticate.</i></span></div>
<i><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>Ah, truly, one is glad in death's estate!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14.6667px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 20.24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Which greatly improves the last line at the expense of some silliness. I think it might be worth the trade-off.</span></span></div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-13708296442042331692014-07-10T08:09:00.000-07:002014-07-10T08:09:33.882-07:00Rodomontade 49-60My sylphs would bear upon a perfumed breeze<br />
My pale beloved to Oriental seas <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
And build her there a throne<br />
Of novel splendor, wondrous far beyond<br />
Atlantis, where the king of fairies' fond<br />
Retainers crowd his own.<br />
<br />
Then ardor, frenzy, study, poetry!<br />
Let the ambrosial ocean's rapture be<br />
Our fiery spirits' slaker!<br />
There I could be, suffused with alien might,<br />
Creator of an absolute delight,<br />
More artist than the Maker!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Rodomontade">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
Aux mers de l’Orient, dans une île embaumée,<br />
Mes sylphes porteraient ma pâle bien-aimée,<br />
Et lui bâtiraient un séjour<br />
Bien plus miraculeux, bien autrement splendide<br />
Que celui qu’habitaient, dans la molle Atlantide,<br />
Le roi de féerie et sa cour.<br />
<br />
Amour, enthousiasme, étude, poésie !<br />
C’est là qu’en votre extase, océan d’ambroisie,<br />
Se noieraient nos âmes de feu !<br />
C’est là que je saurais, fort d’un génie étrange,<br />
Dans la création d’un bonheur sans mélange,<br />
Être plus artiste que Dieu !!!…Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-61464927617575465392014-07-09T08:16:00.002-07:002014-07-09T08:17:49.976-07:00Rodomontade 37-48With all the elements my armory,<br />
Djinn, vampire, dragon, hob would come to me,<br />
Saluting him they'd crowned.<br />
I'd steal the richest phosphors from Hell's stores,<br />
Transfiguring my eyes to meteors,<br />
Hurl terror all around.<br />
<br />
I'd bear away the pretty chatelaine<br />
Whom, in his stronghold, deep in his domain,<br />
A jealous wretch immures<br />
Since that accursed day, when to his hall<br />
Returning early from the hunt, withal<br />
Discovered me in hers.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Rodomontade">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour arsenal j’aurais l’élémentaire empire<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Le gobelin, le djinn, le dragon, le vampire,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Viendraient tous me
saluer roi.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je prendrais à l’Enfer ses plus riches phosphores,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et, métamorphosant mes yeux en météores,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Partout je darderais
l’effroi.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
J’enlèverais alors la belle châtelaine<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Que, dans un château fort, centre de son domaine,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Retient l’ire d’un vil
jaloux,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Depuis l’heure damnée où, dans la salle basse,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Plus tôt que de coutume arrivant de la chasse,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Il me surprit à ses
genoux.</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-26034949270409916132014-07-08T07:11:00.000-07:002016-06-08T19:20:33.928-07:00Rodomontade 25-36Speck that I am, dream not that to some church<br />
To fourscore-year-old priestly feet, I'd lurch<br />
Repentant, blithe, distraught;<br />
Nor run, St. Bruno's cult to reinforce,<br />
In passion fine, bedecked in sackcloth coarse,<br />
Scalp tonsured, spine arch-wrought!<br />
<br />
No, I would delve into hermetic thought<br />
Seek out, by night, some fallow trackless spot<br />
Where God would hear my jeers;<br />
On whirlwinds of vile magic taking flight,<br />
Call Lucifer, trade soul against delight<br />
For some few thousand years!<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Rodomontade">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ne croyez pas qu’alors, pénitent débonnaire,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dans une église, aux pieds d’un prêtre octogénaire,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
J’advolerais tout éperdu
!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ni qu’en un beau transport, affublé d’un cilice,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
J’irai de saint Bruno renforcer la milice,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dos en arcade et chef
tondu !<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Non, non. Je creuserais les sciences occultes :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je m’en irais, la nuit, par des sites incultes ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et là, me raillant du
Seigneur,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je tourbillonnerais dans la magie infâme,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
J’évoquerais le Diable...... et je vendrais mon ame<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour quelques mille ans
de bonheur !<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-4567778685402469812014-07-07T14:52:00.003-07:002014-07-07T14:52:51.128-07:00Rodomontade 13-24He said, "Oh, why is my dear mother's faith<br />
Nothing but thimblerig, chimera, wraith?<br />
Why was he never real,<br />
That Jesus, keystone, beacon of our age?<br />
Why does his Gospel, on its every page,<br />
Its scorn of truth reveal?<br />
<br />
Were firmamental signs and sigils able<br />
To bring my arrogance to trust the fable<br />
Of Christ the Nazarene;<br />
To prove Jehovah more that some vain ghost,<br />
Should there appear an archangelic host<br />
Before the feeble, mean,<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Rodomontade">Original</a>:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Il disait : Oh ! pourquoi le culte de ma mère<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
N’est-il que jonglerie, imposture, chimère !<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pourquoi n’a-t-il jamais
été<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ce Jésus, clef de voûte et fanal de notre âge !<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pourquoi son Évangile est-il à chaque page<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Contempteur de la vérité
!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Si, dans le firmament, des signes, des symboles,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Amenaient ma superbe à croire aux paraboles<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Du charpentier de
Nazareth ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Si pour me révéler à moi, débile atôme,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Que le grand Jéhovah n’est pas un vain fantôme,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Un archange ici se
montrait ;</div>
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Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-35338319164432260502014-07-06T06:23:00.000-07:002014-07-06T06:26:57.012-07:00Rodomontade 1-12Third Night: Rodomontade<br />
<br />
Against the massive arch he leaned alone,<br />
That ancient Roman bridge, whose wanton stone<br />
The waves' caress is robbing.<br />
The night-star's luster limned his Dantean face;<br />
His giant mantle fluttered out of place<br />
From Boreas's sobbing.<br />
<br />
Thick-skulled, fawn-haired - to look, one might surmise—<br />
The neck's well-muscled, leonine turn, the eyes<br />
Hard, eloquent and hollow,<br />
The features bright with irony and pride—<br />
That this was the wild elemental guide<br />
Storms and volcanoes follow.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Rodomontade">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
Nuit Troisième – Rodomontade<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Il était appuyé contre l’arche massive<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De ce vieux pont romain, dont la base lascive<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
S’use aux attouchements
des flots :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
L’astre des nuits lustrait son visage Dantesque,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et le Nord dérangeait son manteau gigantesque</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Avec de sauvages
sanglots.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
À voir son crâne ardu, sa fauve chevelure,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De son cou léonin la musculeuse allure,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ses yeux caves, durs,
éloquents,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ses traits illuminés d’orgueil et d’ironie,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On l’eût pris volontiers pour le rude génie<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Des tempêtes et des
volcans.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
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Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-59792492665241034772014-07-05T10:32:00.000-07:002014-07-05T10:33:14.756-07:00Neuralgia 25-40III<br />
<br />
Oh! Would that, like a wind-enamored sprite,<br />
DEATH, seated softly on a cloudbank, might<br />
Descend, from far-off space, even to me,<br />
And make her pedestal this balcony!<br />
My eyes, afire, would lock her empty gaze,<br />
I'd hungrily embrace her, blood ablaze,<br />
And with her thus imprisoned, dare to place<br />
A tender kiss upon her icy face!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/N%C3%A9vralgie">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
III<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Oh ! si, comme une fée amante de la brise,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
La MORT sur un nuage avec mollesse assise,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Descendant jusqu’à moi du haut de l’horizon,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Venait pour piédestal élire ce balcon !…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mon œil s’arrêterait ardent sur son œil vide,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je l’emprisonnerais dans une étreinte avide,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et, le sang tout en feu, j’oserais apposer</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sur sa bouche de glace un délicat baiser !</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-23518444147193295112014-07-04T10:40:00.002-07:002014-07-04T10:40:28.245-07:00Neuralgia 17-24II<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
The vertigo comes down at last. My soul,</div>
<div>
I feel, annihilates itself. I'm cold.</div>
<div>
I sit before my window, with my brains</div>
<div>
In stupid leaden rest. Across the panes</div>
<div>
I ponder, with a ghastly, tranquil sight.</div>
<div>
The moon, perched on the holy temple's height</div>
<div>
Appears, kerchiefed with light, russet and pale--</div>
<div>
The specter of a nun with bloody veil.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/N%C3%A9vralgie">Original</a>:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
II<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ce vertige à la fin tombe..... et je sens mon être<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
S’anéantir : - j’ai froid - et, devant ma fenêtre,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je vais m’asseoir ; le plomb d’un stupide repos<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Emmantèle mes sens : à travers les carreaux,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
D’un œil horriblement tranquille, je contemple<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
La lune qui, juchée au faîte du saint temple,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Semble, sous le bandeau de sa rousse clarté,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Le spectre d’une nonne au voile ensanglanté.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-73397756337328589042013-12-23T09:17:00.000-08:002013-12-23T09:17:30.808-08:00Neuralgia 1-16It turns out that grad school is time-consuming. Who knew?<br />
<br />
Second Night: Neuralgia<br />
<br />
I<br />
<br />
A single thought pursues me to my bed<br />
And every night holds sway inside my head.<br />
No opiate-soaked charm, however deep,<br />
Could suffocate this withering fiend in sleep.<br />
At hearing's edge, a feeble voice and low,<br />
Like gasping of old men who finally go<br />
To death, intones, "Poor fool, be iron ever.<br />
She'll never love you. Never, never, never!"<br />
Ashiver, then, I bolt upright and pierce<br />
The dark around with long regard and fierce;<br />
I lurch about the room...that "never" sounds<br />
Within my chest - dire tocsin! - and rebounds.<br />
And then, a fiery wind breathes out its whole<br />
Corrosion, twisting my convulsive soul,<br />
For in my fevered plight, I have no doubt<br />
It's me that, in their bed, they laugh about!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/N%C3%A9vralgie">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
I<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jusques à mon chevet me poursuit mon idée<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fixe : toutes les nuits j’en ai l’âme obsédée.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour noyer au sommeil ce démon flétrissant,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Des sucs de l’opium le charme est impuissant.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Au seuil de mon oreille, une voix sourde et basse<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Comme l’essoufflement d’un homme qui trépasse<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Murmure : Pauvre fou ! sois d’airain désormais.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Elle ne t’aimera jamais - jamais - jamais !…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alors, tout frissonnant, je saute de ma couche ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Autour de moi je plonge un long regard farouche ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et je vais saccadant mes pas..... et dans mon sein<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Le terrible jamais vibre comme un tocsin !<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et puis, d’un vent de feu l’haleine corrosive<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vient courber, torturer mon âme convulsive :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et je me persuade en mon fébrile émoi,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Que, dans l’alcôve, on parle, on rit tout bas de moi !…</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-51268601137604520462013-10-26T06:55:00.002-07:002013-10-26T06:55:50.088-07:00Pandemonium 281-290Until the dawn, the damned young men
of France<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of madness beyond speech rode the
advance<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Exchanging daggers, promising to gore<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Scrivener bellies, swearing to make
war<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With all their souls against the
barren era.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vagabond manes, wild and torrid
sclera:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like horses with no reins and none to
ride,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In that wild studio, all danced and
cried,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As do the brazenness and irony one
finds<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Inside the stormy skulls of genius
minds!</div>
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et jusques au matin, les damnés jeunes-Frances<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nagèrent dans un flux d’indicibles démences,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Échangeant leurs poignards — promettant de percer<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
L’abdomen des chiffreurs — jurant de dépenser<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Leur âme à guerroyer contre le siècle aride. —<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Tous, les crins vagabonds, l’œil sauvage et torride,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pareils à des chevaux sans mors ni cavalier,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Tous hurlant et dansant dans le fauve atelier,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ainsi que des pensers d’audace et d’ironie</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dans le crâne orageux d’un homme de génie !…</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-37393843604362771792013-10-24T08:03:00.000-07:002013-10-24T08:03:43.557-07:00Pandemonium 271-280V<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
While Don José held forth, there
circulated</div>
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Among the listeners, a gasp of bated</div>
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Assent and common cause; and when he
ceased,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The commendations tumbled out,
released</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
With clangor, fury, fire more than when</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The Emperor sang <i>Te Deum</i> with his men!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And chaos reigned in jests and
acclamations,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vainglories, favorite oaths,
denunciations,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Whose clear, barbaric and discordant
calls</div>
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Burst forth like grapeshot riddling
the walls!<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
V<br />
<br />
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Pendant que don José parlait, un râlement<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sympathique et flatteur circulait sourdement<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dans l’assemblée — et quand ses paroles cessèrent,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Les acclamations partirent, s’élancèrent<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Avec plus de fracas, de fougue, de fureur<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Qu’un Te Deum guerrier, sous le grand Empereur !…<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ce fut un long chaos de jurons, de boutades,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De hurrahs, de tollés et de rodomontades,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dont les bruits jaillissant clairs, discordans et durs,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Comme une mitraillade allaient cribler les murs !</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-48496589265859450452013-10-22T18:26:00.000-07:002013-10-22T18:26:25.543-07:00Pandemonium 261-270Why then, with great and holy ire
we’ll burn<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And throw our names into a fateful
urn,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And he whose name is picked out
first, we’ll send<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To take the saber of his fallen
friend<o:p></o:p></div>
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And fight the cheeky thug; and if he
fall,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We’ll pick another bravo o’er his
pall;<o:p></o:p></div>
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And should the urbanite insist to
play<o:p></o:p></div>
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The victor, then we’ll send a third
to slay; <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And thus, until the expiatory hour</div>
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When fortune yields the victory to
our power!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
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<br /></div>
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Nous jetterons, brûlés d’une ire sainte et grande,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dans l’urne du Destin tous les noms de la bande,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et celui dont le nom le premier sortira,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Relevant le fleuret du vaincu, s’en ira<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Combattre l’insolent gladiateur : s’il tombe,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nous élirons encore un bravo sur sa tombe :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Si l’homme urbain s’obstine à poser en vainqueur,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nous lui dépêcherons un troisième vengeur ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et toujours ainsi, jusqu’à l’heure expiatoire<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Où le dé pour nos rangs marquera la victoire !…</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-73489216547093176642013-10-21T07:42:00.002-07:002013-10-21T07:43:51.228-07:00Pandemonium 251-260Not from the void, at once, did that
resplendent<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Medieval age emerge; a son,
descendent, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lives now and ever, Gaulish
consolation.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This deathless child mocks the
recrimination<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That from all quarters rhetoricians
mewl. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It scoffs at them…Now, this god is
the Duel.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To your hearts, then, from mine, this
proposition:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When one of us, armed for a worthy
mission<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Faces some scrivener who, skilled
with sword,<o:p></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">In single combat strikes and leaves him
floored – </span><!--EndFragment--><br />
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<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
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— Il n’est pas au néant descendu tout entier<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Le divin moyen-âge : un fils, un héritier<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lui survit à jamais pour consoler les Gaules :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
En vain mille rhéteurs ont lancé des deux pôles,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Leur malédiction sur ce fils immortel ;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Il les nargue, il les joue… or, ce dieu c’est le Duel.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Voici ce que mon âme à vos âmes propose : —<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lorsqu’un de nous, armé pour une juste cause,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Du fleuret d’un chiffreur habile à ferrailler,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Aura subi l’atteinte en combat singulier,</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-84533243098467578732013-10-19T07:19:00.002-07:002013-10-19T07:20:20.813-07:00Pandemonium 241-250The social fishpond honors with its
murk.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
How glorious to consummate the work,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To raise up from the mire’s swampy
floors<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An isle of fragrance and sweet
sycamores.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“My brothers, silence!” Don José
proclaimed,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His voice enraptured and his eyes
inflamed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Now hear me! I can amply prove the
matter. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That physically even, we can shatter<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Society’s colossal armored mesh</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
And with our swords make vassals of
its flesh.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
C’est à peine s’ils ont détruit une couleuvre.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Il serait glorieux de parachever l’œuvre,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Et de faire surgir, du fond de ce marais,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Une île de parfums et de platanes frais. —<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Silence !… écoutez tous, frères !… se mit à dire<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don José, l’œil en flamme et l’organe en délire :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Écoutez ! je m’en vais vous prouver largement<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Que nous pouvons scinder, même physiquement,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De la société l’armure colossale,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Et de nos espadons rendre sa chair vassale !…</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-81863789417704520652013-10-08T18:52:00.002-07:002013-10-08T18:52:36.028-07:00Pandemonium 231-240Than phantoms. Let us dare, with
cannonade<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To prove that marriage is an impure
trade,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Corrupting of the mind, and that it
chills<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That which gives life its luster,
texture, thrills.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Many is the inexorable brain </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Before ours, girt with sovereign
disdain<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Against the masses’ prejudicial rot, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Already named a criminal of thought. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But these have hardly slain a garter
snake </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
Amid the venomous and reedy brake<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Battons le mariage en brèche ; osons prouver<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Que ce trafic impur ne tend qu’à dépraver<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
L’intellect et les sens ; qu’il glace et pétrifie<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Tout ce qui lustre, adorne, accidente la vie.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je sais bien que déjà plusieurs cerveaux d’airain,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
S’emmantelant aussi d’un mépris souverain<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour les vils préjugés de la foule insensée,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Se sont fait avant nous brigands de la pensée.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mais, parmi la forêt de vénéneux roseaux</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Que l’étang social couronne de ses eaux,</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-50550948697704519492013-10-01T20:01:00.000-07:002013-10-01T20:01:43.586-07:00Pandemonium 221-230<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nor are we serfs,” said Noël,
architect. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“The arsenals of soul and intellect,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To throw into confusion and dethrone<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The giant sword-thug that by “law” is
known,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
May be our vengeful, glorious
recourse,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Although we have no corporeal
force. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
While he yet reigns, attack and give
no quarter<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To gross iniquity of social order. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hurl paradox, and argue in a score</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
Of tomes that duties, mores are no
more<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mais tout n’est pas servage en la sphère artistique :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Si nous ne possédons nulle force physique<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour chasser de sa tour et mettre en désarroi<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Le géant spadassin qu’on appelle la loi,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Les arsenaux de l’âme et de l’intelligence<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Peuvent splendidement servir notre vengeance.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Attaquons sans scrupule, en son règne moral,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
La lâche iniquité de l’ordre social.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Lançons le paradoxe ; affirmons, dans vingt tomes,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Que les mœurs, les devoirs ne sont que des fantômes.</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-15262740197137919162013-09-27T11:23:00.000-07:002013-09-27T11:23:23.987-07:00Pandemonium 211-220Long on their knees, the population’s
awe<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Has said, ‘Let us permit the kingly
law.’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And then the cry, which cry we still:
‘Make way!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The people’s justice, reason, has its
sway!’ </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Yearning at last for ardor more
sublime,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Will not mankind reborn exclaim in
time,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Before the Art-God, every force
succumbs. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Make way, another law – the poet
comes!’?” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I willingly<sup></sup> salute your
solemn grief.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
But the artistic sphere is not a
fief,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Long-tems à deux genoux le populaire effroi<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A dit : laissons passer la justice du roi. —<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ensuite on a crié, l’on crie encore : Place !<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
La justice du peuple et de la raison passe.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Est-ce qu’épris enfin d’un plus sublime amour,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
L’homme régénéré ne crîra pas un jour :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Devant l’Art-Dieu que tout pouvoir s’anéantisse.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Le poète s’en vient ; place pour sa justice ? —<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
—
J’acclame volontiers à ton deuil solennel,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Dit au pérorateur l’architecte Noël.</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-43634705570032639672013-09-25T05:45:00.000-07:002013-09-25T05:50:13.951-07:00Pandemonium 201-210<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
The honor of the gibbet; and if you<br />
Attempted algarades to see me through,<br />
Bourgeois, policemen, and the headsman’s thralls<br />
Would nail you with me to the tumbrel’s walls.<br />
Come, hellfire! Ours the guillotine! And to us<br />
Only the blood-born artwork that flows through us!*<br />
To us, who love naught but the trinity<br />
Of love, of glory, and of liberty!<br />
Oh, sky and earth! Will not the poet’s soul<br />
Make, by and by, its retribution whole?<br />
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
Les honneurs de la Grève ; et, si les camarades<br />
Veulent pour mon salut faire les algarades,<br />
Bourgeois, sergens de ville et valets de bourreau,<br />
Avec moi les cloûront au banc du tombereau. —<br />
Malice de l’enfer !… À nous la guillotine !<br />
À nous qu’aux œuvres d’art notre sang prédestine !<br />
À nous qui n’adorons rien que la trinité<br />
De l’amour, de la gloire et de la liberté !…<br />
Ciel et terre !… est-ce que les âmes de poète<br />
N’auront pas quelque jour leur revanche complète ?<br />
<br />
*205-206 get at the spirit of the original but depart from the sense of it. This will have to do while I figure something else out. </div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-90251870111478632932013-09-23T11:00:00.001-07:002013-09-23T11:00:36.672-07:00Pandemonium 191-200Infertile, hopeless! Now one cannot
roar<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Outside the desert. What can it be
for</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To stand prepared to give one’s life
in gage,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Each for his comrades’, in a vapid
age</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Like ours? If I consult my dignity </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And cross the boundaries of society</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To plunge, without a fight, my vengeful blade</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Into the throat whose voice maligned
my maid,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The idiots, the virtuous, the slow</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
As one would call me jackal and
bestow</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: .5in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bien stérile et bien nul ! — Ce n’est plus qu’au désert<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Qu’on peut en liberté rugir. — À quoi nous sert,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dans une époque aussi banale que la nôtre,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
D’être prêts à jouer nos têtes l’un pour l’autre ? —<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Si, me jugeant très digne au fond de ma fierté<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De marcher en dehors de la société,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Je plonge sans combat ma dague vengeresse<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Au cou de l’insulteur de ma dame et maîtresse,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Les sots, les vertueux, les niais m’appelleront<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
Chacal… Tout d’une voix ils me décerneront</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-59080815123260468052013-09-22T17:58:00.004-07:002013-09-22T17:59:16.204-07:00Pandemonium 181-190Unmoving, silent; and their chests breathed
not,<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stifled by pride and ecstasy. Each
thought</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rose, followed Reblo’s transport
where it led,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As brigands follow cressets spied
ahead. </div>
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IV</div>
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<br /></div>
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A moment’s pause; and then, a Moorish
face</div>
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Raises its striking pallor, scans the
place<br />
With damned man's eyes. He speaks, in deep despair<br />
To the conventicle assembled there.<br />
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“In truth, our brotherly fanaticism,</div>
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We must admit, is an anachronism,</div>
</div>
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<br /></div>
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<br /></div>
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<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
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<br /></div>
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Les poitrines, d’extase et d’orgueil oppressées,<o:p></o:p></div>
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N’exhalaient aucun souffle, — et toutes les pensées<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Montaient faire cortège à l’élan de Reblo,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Comme des bandouliers qui suivent un fallot.</div>
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<br /></div>
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IV<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Après quelque silence, un visage mauresque<o:p></o:p></div>
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Leva tragiquement sa pâleur pittoresque,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Et, faisant osciller son regard de maudit<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sur le conventicule, avec douleur il dit :<o:p></o:p></div>
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— Certe, il faut avouer que notre fanatisme</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De camaraderie est un anachronisme</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-83970130661194107652013-09-16T10:31:00.000-07:002013-09-16T10:31:30.634-07:00Pandemonium 171-180<br />
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Of singularities and superstition</div>
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Man needed never fear the inanition</div>
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Of flattened life, encased and monotone </div>
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If he had noble dreams and heart of
stone!</div>
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Adventures came to find him on
their own,</div>
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And dramas beyond number flocked,
half-grown</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To be fleshed out by artistry. To
quest! <span style="font-size: 10.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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For the innately strong, oh, that is
best!</div>
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<br /></div>
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And marrow-deep, emotion seemed to
fill</div>
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The cenacle. The brothers listened,
still,</div>
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<br /></div>
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<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
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<br /></div>
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De superstitions, d’originalités,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tout homme à cœur de bronze, à rêves exaltés,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
N’avait pas un seul jour à craindre l’atonie<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
D’une vie encastrée avec monotonie :<o:p></o:p></div>
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Les drames s’en venaient d’eux-mêmes le chercher,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mainte grande aventure accourait s’ébaucher<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sous sa fougue d’artiste : — Avoir des aventures ! —<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh ! c’est le paradis pour les fortes natures !…<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Le
fraternel cénacle ému jusques au fond<o:p></o:p></div>
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De ses os, écoutait dans un calme profond.</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-21711003509374625142013-09-15T07:21:00.000-07:002013-09-15T07:22:16.528-07:00Pandemonium 161-170Brushed by their ladies’ silk sleeves
as they pass<br />
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Amid the promenaders on the grass. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Oh, ancient days! said Reblo. Ancient
days!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh, how my soul is theirs! and all
the ways <o:p></o:p></div>
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Their beauty casts its captivating
spell!<o:p></o:p></div>
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My comrades, it was truly good to
dwell </div>
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When man had veins where lava flows
could slip,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And avid gaze, and whim worn at the
hip!<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the hale mores of the feudal days—</div>
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Truly a virgin forest—in that maze</div>
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<br /></div>
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<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
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Les jeunes cavaliers tressaillaient quand la soie<o:p></o:p></div>
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Des manches de leur dame en passant les coudoie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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— Oh ! les anciens jours ! dit Reblo : les anciens jours !<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh ! comme je leur suis vendu ! comme toujours<o:p></o:p></div>
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Leur puissante beauté m’ensorcèle et m’énivre !<o:p></o:p></div>
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Camarades, c’était là qu’il faisait bon vivre<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lorsqu’on avait des flots de lave dans le sang,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Du vampirisme à l’œil, des volontés au flanc !<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dans les robustes mœurs de l’ère féodale,<o:p></o:p></div>
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— Véritables forêt vierge — dans ce dédale</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-26123888421682215212013-09-12T10:22:00.000-07:002013-09-12T10:22:46.070-07:00Pandemonium 151-160That cleaved to every soul, pervaded
in<br />
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Each brain, and snaked its shivers
over skin.</div>
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The hanging armor on the walls
emitted</div>
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Queer reliquary stridor. Statues,
fitted</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On bases, trembled mutely nonetheless,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In glorious emotional excess,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To feel themselves grazed by the sonorous
wings</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of metal couplets, lyric aerian
things—</div>
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Just as young cavaliers will tremble,
pale</div>
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Beneath their flowery coats of
Spanish mail,</div>
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<br /></div>
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<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:</div>
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Qui se collait à l’ame, imprégnait le cerveau,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Et faisait serpenter des frissons sur la peau.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Les reliques d’armure aux murailles pendues<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stridaient d’une façon bizarre ; — les statues<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tressaillaient sourdement sur leurs socles de bois,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Prises qu’elles étaient de glorieux émois,<o:p></o:p></div>
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En se sentant frôler par les ailes sonores<o:p></o:p></div>
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Des strophes de métal, lyriques météores :<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Comme sous les genêts d’un beau mail espagnol,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Parmi les promeneurs épandus sur le sol,</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-60697167755152551602013-09-11T09:10:00.001-07:002013-09-11T09:10:39.993-07:00Pandemonium 141-150Cathedrals, manor houses,
strongholds, convents<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Unfolded laudably their splendid
contents; </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The muse brought forth, by turns, a
story of</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pelisses, daggers, bloodshed…and of
love.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
These verses let ambrosial teardrops
fall</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On every sense, and thus enamored,
all</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gave themselves gladly to the
oscillation </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of a vertiginous hallucination. </div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">A sort of magic airborne fragrance lent </span><br />
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A Gothic, fervid and neuralgic scent</div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> </span><br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
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— Les couvens, les manoirs, les forts, les cathédrales,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Déployèrent à l’envi leurs pompes sculpturales ; —<o:p></o:p></div>
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La muse sur la scène amenait tour-à-tour<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Des manteaux, des poignards, du sang… et de l’amour.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Et tous, énamourés de cette poésie<o:p></o:p></div>
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Qui pleuvait sur leurs sens en larmes d’ambroisie,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Se livraient de plein cœur à l’oscillation<o:p></o:p></div>
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D’une vertigineuse hallucination.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Il y avait dans l’air comme une odeur magique</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De moyen-âge, — arôme ardent et névralgique,</div>
Jonah Durning-Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303769528752480651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599975500196560772.post-72743982610492007102013-09-10T07:29:00.004-07:002013-09-10T07:30:14.304-07:00Pandemonium 131-140<br />
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Aspires – also woman! Of creation</div>
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She is the ruin and the
coronation! </div>
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<br /></div>
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III</div>
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<br /></div>
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To fight the storm with noise, one of the score, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His voice resounding like a bass
kinnor,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Straightened his head and his
fermenting brains</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And started to recite Victor’s
refrains. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And soon, all listened to the
fragments he</div>
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Excerpted to recite on chivalry:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Young squires galloped nobly on the
grounds</div>
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Of tournaments, and witches danced in
rounds.</div>
<br />
<a href="http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Pand%C3%A6monium">Original</a>:<br />
<br />
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C’est elle également ! — De la création<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
La femme est à-la-fois l’opale et le haillon !<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
III<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
L’un des vingt, redressant sa tête qui fermente,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pour lutter de vacarme avec cette tourmente,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
D’une voix qui vibrait comme un grave Kinnor,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Se mit à réciter des strophes de Victor.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bientôt on l’écouta. — C’était une série<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
De fragments détachés sur la chevalerie.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
— Les sorcières dansaient en rond ; — les damoisels</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Couraient bride abattue aux nobles carrousels ;</div>
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