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1928 · PDF PAGE 133

Little Poems in Prose

…t her who appeared to me so rarely and who fled so quickly, like a beautiful, regrettable thing which the traveller, borne away into the night, leaves behind him. How long it is since she disappeared. She is beautiful, and more than beautiful. She is surprising. In her black abounds, and every thought that she inspires is of night and the abyss. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery sparkles vaguely, and her glance kin- dles like lightning. It is an explosion in the depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a b…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 80

Little Poems in Prose

contrary effects, I am always puzzled and alarmed by it. Oh Night, Oh refreshing shadows! You are for me the signal of an internal festival, you are deliverance from anguish. In the solitude of plains, in the stony labyrinths of a great city, twinkling of stars or outbursting of lamps, you are the fire-work of the Goddess Liberty. Twilight, how sweet thou art and tender! The rosy lights which linger still on the horizon like the death-spasm of Day trampled by the victorious car of Night; the torch-like flames which stain with their dull red the…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 72

Little Poems in Prose

XXI THE TEMPTATIONS: OR, LOVE, RICHES AND GLORY TWO superb Satans and a She-Devil not less remarkable than they, last night climbed the mysterious staircase by which Hell emerges to assault the weakness of a sleeping man, and secretly communicates with him. In their glory they came as it were erect upon a platform and stood in front of me. A sulphur- ous splendour emanated from these three mighty Beings, cutting them from the thick darkness of the night. So proud and so master- ful was their manner that at first I took them to be indeed gods. T…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 99

Little Poems in Prose

…itable Fanciullo? it is pleasant and admissible to be- lieve it. The guilty nobles had enjoyed the comedy for the last time; in the same night they were wiped out of life. Since then many a mime, justly appreciated in divers countries, has come to play before the Court of His Highness, but not one has been able to equal the marvellous talent of Fanciullo, nor to obtain the same degree of fa- vour.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 59

Little Poems in Prose

… of flowers and cooling foun- tains. In the blazing hearth of thy mane I breathe the scent of tobacco mixed with opium and sugar; in the night of thy mane I see glitter the infinity of tropical azure; upon the swan-soft banks of thy mane I intoxicate myself with the mingled odours of tar, of musk, and of the oil of coconut. Let me bite long, long, thy black and heavy tresses; when I nibble thine elastic and rebel- lious hair it seems to me that I am eating memories.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 78

Little Poems in Prose

…of a tempest which awakes. Who are these unfortunate ones to whom evening brings no calm, and who, like the owls, take the coming of the night for the sig- nal of their sabbath? This sinister ululation comes to us from the black asylum perched upon the mountain side, as I invoke the eve- ning, smoking and contemplating the repose of the great valley dotted with houses whose every window says “Here now is peace; here is domestic joy.” When the wind blows from above, there can I cradle my thought, that wonders at this imitation of Hell’s harmony.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 90

Little Poems in Prose

… and already proudly displaying its unfin- ished splendours. The café sparkled; the gas itself flamed with all the enthusiasm of a first night, and lighted up with all its power the walls blinding with whiteness, the glittering

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1928 · PDF PAGE 56

Little Poems in Prose

…auti- ful Féline, so well named, who is at once the glory of her sex, the pride of my heart, and the incense of my spirit, whether it be night, or whether it be day, in broad daylight or thick darkness, in the abyss of her adorable eyes I always read the hour most clearly. This hour is always the same; vast, solemn, wide as space, without division into minutes or seconds; a

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1928 · PDF PAGE 136

Little Poems in Prose

me;—the Water, the Clouds, Silence, Night; the vast green Sea, the shapeless water that hath many shapes; the place where thou art not, the lover that thou knowest not, mon- strous flowers and delirious perfumes, cats that swoon at music and groan as women do with harsh, soft voice. “And thou shalt be loved of my lovers, courted by my courtiers. Thou shalt be the queen of those men whose eyes are green and whose throats I have clutched in my nocturnal caresses: of those who love the sea, the vast, tumultuous sea, the shapeless water that hath m…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 122

Little Poems in Prose

…ited me to the point that for an instant I had a bizarre idea that I might have a brother unknown to myself. The sun was set. The solemn night was fal- ling; the children parted, each one going, un- known to himself, the prey of chance and cir- cumstance, to ripen his destiny, to scandalize his neighbours, to gravitate towards glory or towards shame.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 148

Little Poems in Prose

… me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, ‘I am hungry.’ And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the ‘Polyphagous Wonder.’ I fed her well, and yet she left me.” “For a provision merchant, no doubt?” ”Something of the sort—an officer of commissariat, who, by some wizardry, was probably able to supply the poor child with the rations of sever…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 79

Little Poems in Prose

…onours that republics can bestow, I think that the twi- light would still inflame in him a burning desire of imaginary distinctions. The night which brings shadows, which brought shadows into their minds, makes light in mine. And though it is not so rare to see the same cause beget two

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1928 · PDF PAGE 44

Little Poems in Prose

… if not wholly sympa- thetic, at least curious, upon the crowd of out- casts who press upon an enclosure of a public concert. Across the night the orchestra throws festival chants, chants of triumph or of pleas- ure. The dresses fall glittering, glances are in-

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1928 · PDF PAGE 94

Little Poems in Prose

… ran about that the Sovereign intended to pardon all the conspira- tors, and the origin of this rumour was the an- nouncement of a grand night when Fanciullo should play one of his chief and best rôles, and at which would be present (the rumour ran) even the condemned noblemen, a clear sign,

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1928 · PDF PAGE 167

Little Poems in Prose

… if it is possible. Let us set up our camp at the Pole! There the sun strikes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and night suppresses variety and in- creases monotony—that better half of nothing. There we may take prolonged baths of shadow, while, to amuse us, the Aurora Borealis will send us from time to time its rosy sheaves, like the reflection of the fire-works of Hell.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 84

Little Poems in Prose

…slightly flavoured with opium; beyond the compound, the noise of light-intoxicated birds, and the chattering of little negresses, and at night, to accompany my dreams, the plaintive song of musical trees, the melancholy filaos; yes, indeed, there is the surrounding which I looked for; what do I want with a palace?” And further, going down a broad avenue, he saw a tidy little inn, where, from a window made cheerful by curtains of many-coloured calico, two laughing heads leaned out. At once he said to himself, “My thought must indeed be a vagabon…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 33

Little Poems in Prose

…with everybody and with my- self, I should like to rehabilitate myself and re- gain my pride a little in the silence and solitude of the night. Souls of those whom I have loved, souls of those whom I have sung, strengthen me, sustain me, drive far from me falsehood and the corrupting vapours of the world, and Thou, O Lord my God, grant me Thy favour that I may make some good verses to prove to myself that I am not the meanest

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1928 · PDF PAGE 121

Little Poems in Prose

…and only then did I understand that they did not live anywhere. The one said, ‘Shall I undo the tent?’ ‘Lord, no!’ said the other, ‘on a night like this.’ The third said, as he counted up their money, ‘These pigs do not appreciate music, and their women dance like bears. Luckily, be- fore the month is up we shall be in Austria, where the folk are pleasanter.’ “ ‘Perhaps we should do better to go down to Spain; the year is getting on,’ says one of the others. ‘Let us run away from the rain and get nothing wet but our throats!’

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