THIS IS NOW (5.46 PM)
The virgin, the vivacious and the beautiful (to)day (Stéphane MALLARME)
The virgin, the vivacious and the beautiful (to)day
Will it rip for us with a drunken blow of its wing
This hard forgotten lake that haunts under the frost
The transparent glacier of flights not taken!
A swan of times past remembers that it was he
Magnificent but who hopelessly frees himself
For not having sung the land of living
When through winter’s sterility boredom glimmered.
His whole neck will shake off this white agony
By this place inflicted upon the bird that denies it,
But not the horror of the ground where the feathers are trapped.
Ghost who to this site its pure radiance assigns,
He stands still to the cold dream of disdain
That wears in its useless exile the Swan.