There is a lie I tell myself and have told and told against
All that I live, and see, and feel, in life -
That it does not hurt, I am not sad, or weak, or in lament
In no way am I pained or weighed with strife.
So I have taken to the ways of tramp and dope-fiend joker
Have lost my youth, wasted love and my hope
To gain none more than what I stole from the world that gives much more
To those who feel honesty, not in trope.
Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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