Émile Nelligan, "Sentimental Winter"
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rfmcdonaldFar windows! Limpid eyes whose looks I drain
Unsoiled by any gaze of commoner.
With Norway ice the fields like mental are;
May Winter chill warm up our hearts again.
Like troops mourning the wrecks of Theban war,
Let us, my pet, treat our rancours tenderly
And, scorning life with its songs of sophistry,
Let good Death lead us down to Hades' door.
You will visit us like an icy spectre;
We shall not be old, but weary of life's faults.
Come, Death, take uis on such an afternoon.
Languid on the divan, lulled by her guitar,
Whose dreamy motifs and whose muffled tune
Keep time to our ennui on the hellward waltz!
- from The Complete Poems of Émile Nelligan, edited and translated by Fred Cogswell, (Montréal: Harvest House, 1983), p 26.
Unsoiled by any gaze of commoner.
With Norway ice the fields like mental are;
May Winter chill warm up our hearts again.
Like troops mourning the wrecks of Theban war,
Let us, my pet, treat our rancours tenderly
And, scorning life with its songs of sophistry,
Let good Death lead us down to Hades' door.
You will visit us like an icy spectre;
We shall not be old, but weary of life's faults.
Come, Death, take uis on such an afternoon.
Languid on the divan, lulled by her guitar,
Whose dreamy motifs and whose muffled tune
Keep time to our ennui on the hellward waltz!
- from The Complete Poems of Émile Nelligan, edited and translated by Fred Cogswell, (Montréal: Harvest House, 1983), p 26.
