The Marquis de Sade has gone back inside the erupting volcano From which he had come With his beautiful hands in ruffled cuffs His girlish eyes And that mentality on the edge of headlong flight which was His alone But from the phosphorescent salon with visceral lamps He has not ceased to hurl mysterious orders 'That open a breach in the moral night 'Through that breach I see The great cracking shadows the old rotten bark Dissolve Allowing me to love you As the first man loved the first woman In complete freedom That freedom For which fire itself became man For which the Marquis de Sade defied the centuries with his great abstract trees With tragic acrobats Clinging to the gossamer thread of desire | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOY OF WRITING by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT POLYHYMNIA: FRAGMENTS by WILLIAM BASSE |