Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONGS OF MALDOROR: 9, by ISIDORE LUCIEN DUCASSE First Line: I intend, unemotionally, to declaim aloud the cold and serious strophe Last Line: Ancient ocean! Alternate Author Name(s): Lautremont, Le Compte De Subject(s): Sea; Waves; Youth; Ocean | ||||||||
I intend, unemotionally, to declaim aloud the cold and serious strophe you shall hear. Pay heed, you, to what it holds, and beware the painful impression it will not fail to leave like a brand upon your troubled fancies. Do not imagine that I am on the point of death, for I am not a carcass yet, nor is age pasty on my brow. Consequently, put aside all thought of a comparison with the swan, at the moment its life soars away, and behold before you naught but a monster, whose face I am happy you cannot see; yet it is less frightful than his soul. Nonetheless, I am not a criminal. ... Enough on this matter. It is not long since I beheld the sea once more, and tramped the bridge of ships, and my memories are lively as though I had left it yesterday. Be nonetheless, if you can, as calm as I, in this reading that I already repent having offered you, and do not blush at the thought of what the human heart may be. O octopus with the silken eye! you whose soul is inseparable from mine own; you, most beautiful habitant of the earthly globe, who command a seraglio of four hundred ventiducts; you in whom there nobly reside, as in their natural home, in mutual accord, the sweet communicative virtue and the divine graces, why are you not with me, your mercury belly against my aluminum breast, both seated upon some rock along the shore, to watch the spectacle that I adore? Ancient ocean, with your crystal waves, you resemble in fair proportion those bluish marks on a cabin-boy's bruised back; you are a great contusion on the body of the earth; I relish that comparison. Thus, at first sight of you, a prolonged breath of sadness we mistake for the murmur of your suave breeze, passes and leaves an indelible trace on the profoundly shaken soul, and you bring back to lovers' memories, though they do not always heed, the rude beginnings of man, when he made the acquaintance of dolor, that will not leave him since. I greet you, ancient ocean! Ancient ocean, your harmonious spherical form, that meets the grave face of geometry, I recall only too well the little eyes of man, like unto those of the wild boar in littleness, and like those of the birds of night for circular perfection of contour. In every century man has, however, looked upon himself and found him handsome. I rather consider that man believes in his beauty only through pride, that he is not truly beautiful, and he suspects; otherwise, wherefore look upon the countenance of his fellow-man with so much scorn? I greet you, ancient ocean! Ancient ocean, you are the symbol of identity, always equal to yourself. You vary in no respect that is essential, and if somewhere your waves rear in fury, farther off, in another zone, they rest in absolute calm. You are not like man, who stops in the street to watch two bull dogs clutch at each other's neck, but does not stop when a funeral passes by; who can be approached this morning, and this evening scowls; who laughs today and weeps tomorrow. I greet you, ancient ocean! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS |
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