LE POINT NOIR Gérard de Nerval
Whose sights are fixed against the sun
beholds begetting before his eyes flying obstinately
about him, in the air a livid spot.
Thus, all youth and some audacity
upon the glory an instant I dared to fix my eyes:
a point black remains in my greedy sight.
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Quiconque before name
the helper audacity fixed his eyes
Sur la glorie, against the sun.
Who is Adam androgyne? The shallow mirror of total youth
where livid shadows increase, the shadows of leaves
where I fix my eyes through his greed of sight.
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Since then, combatting with all like a sign of grief,
everywhere, at some place where order may rest my eye,
I see it pose itself, the dot noire!
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Signatures that are his grief and a grace
everywhere, the shadows of the leaves are a mask
that imposes new orders for a music.
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What, forever! Constantly betwixt me and happiness?
Oh! It is the eagle alone– misfortune with us! misfortune!–
who contemplates with impunity le Soliel et la Gloire.
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The tracks of the walking tree impose themselves
only your eagle can read, this shadow we call splendor:
He riseth up and goeth down in the tree of the sun.
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