There to merge where from cry begets itself silence!
Alone, in this spinning whirlpool beyond knowledge!
Dizziness. Dark lightning was flashed by my challenge.
I saw the threshold spark which was hit by my lance.
Should the game of the survivor tempt my fury,
A cave on the shadow hillside be my abode!
Back from a long quest, I shall have no heir nor gold,
But a long weariness, but an endless folly.
My rejected book is spread about, torn and scorched,
Shall I give up this dream of mine, which is but vain,
With the fire of reason light up my Sibyl's cave?
Hermes, wake up in me your spirit, light your torch,
And once I've left my den behind, become my den,
And once I've left my grave, Hermes, become my grave!
TENTATION
S'enfoncer où du cri s'enfante le silence!
Seul, en ce tourbillon qui passe le savoir.
Vertige. Mes défis allumaient l'éclair noir.
J'ai vu briller le seuil qu'on heurte de la lance.
Au jeu du seul vivant, si ma hargne se lance,
La grotte à flanc de nuit m'assigne son manoir.
Ayant quêté longtemps, je n'aurai ors ni hoirs,
Que déraison sans fin, que longue somnolence.
Mon livre rejeté se disperse, lambeaux.
Saurai-je dissiper ce songe qui me berne
Et du feu de sagesse éclairer mon Averne?
Hermès, éveille en moi ton esprit, ton flambeau,
Pour, la caverne fuie, devenir ma caverne,
Le tombeau délaissé, devenir mon tombeau.
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