Le tombeau d'Edgar Poe (1877) - Stéphane Mallarmé

[arcanus121]

Now to himself by Death eternal changed,

The poet challengeth with naked brand,

His age dismayed that n'ere might understand,

Death's deathless triumph in the voice estranged.

They with the Hydra's panic dread and hate,

To bear the angel breath a purer sense,

In tribal words proclaimed doom's immanence,

From blackest draught of witchbrew binding fate,



[arcanus121]

From earth and cloud's fell enmity and grief,

Therefrom our thoughts should mould no bas relief,

To grace the splendour of the tomb of Poe

Calm block that falls from some stars overthrow,

May this at least this adamantine reef

Warn blasphemy no farther shall thou go.

[ThierryCABOT]

L’énigme ciselée en des bijoux d’absence

Parachève ton sacre, ô lisse Mallarmé !

Blanc sortilège éclos d’un gouffre d’impuissance !

Tel est l’art pour lequel tu fus si bien armé.

Un poète contemporain

[HxhXnin9e]

@ThierryCABOT

Que répondrai-je encore aux mots que tu cisèles,

A leurs envols, leurs bonds, vers ceux de Mallarmé ?...

Non, non, Thierry, ta Muse ouvre trop grand les ailes

Et mon Pégase est mort ; mon zèle déplumé

Klaes Gerhusten