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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2012-08-25 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | My muse! What beauty do you hide within twilights? What dreams you gave birth to beyond the forest glades? What songs did you sing in the deep gorges? What rays do you seek in the gloomy evenings? My muse! I stand at the silent crag. Beat the silence through the eternity absorbed. I see everywhere the old sunset Everywhere appears dawn revived. My muse! The years and the grey hair like the mountain crests, brightening under the hidden fogs. The spirit carved by the thin pen, Trembling, breaking, far away in the remote places My muse! I wonder, did you come as a curse Or as a play played dizzily I see the eyes of the girl hidden And the tears transformed into an emerald. My muse! Like a holy soul impels induces neglect forgetfulness Why poets we became in the morning Under the vagrant step the day passes by In our apparitions life
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