binkymcqueen

The revolution will be internal.....


I long for the days of antique youth,
Of lascivious satyrs, and animal fauns,
Gods who bit, mad with love, the bark of the boughs,
And among water-lilies kissed the Nymph with fair hair !
I long for the time when the sap of the world,
River water, the rose-coloured blood of green trees
Put into the veins of Pan a whole universe !
When the earth trembled, green,beneath his goat-feet ;
When, softly kissing the fair Syrinx, his lips formed
Under heaven the great hymn of love ;
When, standing on the plain, he heard round about him
Living Nature answer his call ;
When the silent trees cradling the singing bird,
Earth cradling mankind, and the whole blue Ocean,
And all living creatures loved, loved in God !

I long for the tile of great Cybele,
Who was said to travel, gigantically lovely,
In a great bronze chariot, through splendid cities ;
Her twin breasts poured, through the vast deeps,
The pure streams of infinite life.
Mankind sucked joyfully at her blessed nipple,
Like a small child playing on her knees.
- Because he was strong, Man was gentle and chaste.

Misfortune ! Now he says : I understand things,
And goes about with eyes shut and ears closed.
- And again, no more gods ! no more gods ! Man is King,
Man is God ! But the great faith is Love !
Oh ! if only man still drew sustenance from your nipple,
Great mother of gods and of men, Cybele ;
If only he had not forsaken immortal Astarte
Who long ago, rising in the tremendous brightness
Of blue waters, flower-flesh perfumed by the wave,
Showed her rosy navel, towards which the foam came snowing
And , being a goddess with the great conquering black eyes,
Made the nightingale sing in the woods and love in men's hearts !
Rimbaud