''Yet of my night I give you the stars,
And of my sorrow here the sweetest gains...''
image: George William Russell, Mystical figures
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Monday, April 9, 2018
Odilon Redon (1840-1916) ~ Pilgrim of the Sublunary World from Dreams, lithograph, 1891
On the satin back of the avalanche soft,
She falls into lingering swoons, as she dies,
While she lifteth her eyes to white visions aloft,
Which like efflorescence float up to the skies.
Charles Baudelaire, Tristesses de la lune from Fleurs du Mal
She falls into lingering swoons, as she dies,
While she lifteth her eyes to white visions aloft,
Which like efflorescence float up to the skies.
Charles Baudelaire, Tristesses de la lune from Fleurs du Mal
Born today...Charles Pierre Baudelaire, poet, April 9, 1821, Paris, France
The Spiritual Dawn
When upon revellers the stained dawn breaks
The fierce ideal comes with it; at that hour,
Stirred by some terrible avenging power,
An angel in the sated brute awakes.
Above the stricken, suffering man there glow
Far azure plains of unimagined bliss
Which draw his dreaming spirit like the abyss.
O pure, beloved Goddess, even so
O'er the smoked wrecks of stupid scenes of shame
Brighter and rosier thy sweet memory
Hovers before my wide eyes hauntingly...
The Sun has dimmed and charred the candles' flame,
And thus, my glorious all-conquering one,
Thy shade is peer to the immortal Sun
~ Fleurs du mal / Flowers of Evil
image: Carlo Farneti (1892-1961) illustration for Les Fleurs du Mal 1935
Sunday, March 25, 2018
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