Chateau de sade above la coste
Shadows the village populace,
Yet a summer festival each year
Fills the grounds with music...
Crowding also the village below
All as in homage to the ruins!
At other times of the year
Found here is no cheer.
Its town folk stay mostly hidden
Except for the friendly few who
Will point the way up the mountain
Where i try to peer thru stone walls
Into revels forbidden be seen
By the successive repressive broods
(an entire age would follow to
try eradicate all trace of
an epoch of debauchery!)
The path now leads into the past.
Behaviors of the marquis
Surpassed his century's muse.
Why should he care if some find his
Excesses intolerable?
His mind disperses what others
See as a cruel philosophy.
No scrawled 'viva sade! ' can be
Seen for the king of libertines.
Rain pours upon the fallen reign.
Angry winds rage in deterrence...
They vanquish my need to defy.
As in others' eyes I glean
A strange exuding stain that spreads
To veil lovely la coste in shame.
There's only vacancy within these
Ruins...no ghost, no felt spirits
Unless my own obsessive mind
Whips up images that suck me
Into the chateau's life...a void.
Today I've come to a lonely place.
From here the view stares back at me.
Fierce elements in turbulent
Skies pound hard to drive me away.
Qui god, ye love not the marquis de sade.
France - May 21,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem