Charles van Lerberghe Poems

Gaze into our depths: we are the Emerald,
Everlasting and leafy, like the soul of the oceans,
Where perfumes roam through the warm night,
And flows the wave of the great angels of the wind.
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I say, teach me who you are, Azrael,
And the dark angel rose in the sky,
Stretching his wide wings over me.
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Dove! Dove! Enchanted Dove
That sways around me,
Why are you afraid, white dove?
Hear my voice, dove, my sister.
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O death, dust of stars,
Rise beneath my steps.
Like a flame, maddened with wind,
Come, somber breath, where I waver.
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The radiant fruit of gold
Shimmers, swaying in the shadows,
Gleaming between the rustling leaves,
A waiting treasure, long foretold.
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Place your pale diadem
Upon my head, ray
Of the pure moonlight,
And leave your white veil
Over my shoulders.
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The wave is shivering, a silken length of
Mourning drapery unwinding in the night,
The deep wave, mute and black,
Where the moon suddenly casts its shine.
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My resonant angels came
Among the roses of sunrise,

Like a peal of laughter in the air
Or breezes over the waves.
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O God, who could be there
In the absence beyond
This door?
Who has risen before
Me, from dead dust
And the void?
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Through the happiness of twilight,
Who is it who sighs, what is the lament?
Who has come to rest against my heart,
Like a wounded bird?
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