I seek in poetic fashion Poem by Lucebert

I seek in poetic fashion
that is to say
simple illuminated waters
to express
the extent of life's entirety

had I not been human
the same as crowds of others
but had I been who I was
the stone or liquid angel
birth and decomposition would not have touched me
the road from abandonment to communion
the stones stones animals animals birds birds road
would not be as soiled
as what can now be seen in my poems
that are random pictures of that road

in this age what people used to call
beauty beauty her face has burnt
she comforts mankind no longer
she comforts the larvae the reptiles the rats
but she startles mankind
and strikes him with the sense
of being a breadcrumb on the skirt of the universe

no longer just evil
the fatal blow makes us rebellious or humble
but also good
the embrace leaves us desperately fumbling
with space

I therefore turned
to language in her beauty
heard there that she had nothing more human
than the speech impediments of the shadow
than those of the deafening sunlight