So left the Evening Star.
His wings
Grew
large across the sky
As thousand
years of reach would spring
And
at a wink go by;
A canopy
of stars below,
Above,
a starry dome:
An endless
lightning seemed to flow
And
through the heavens roam
And
in the dark that streamed around,
As on
the first day's morn,
He glimpsed
the chaos vales unbound
From
where the light is born.
He
flies aswim through seas of light
With
love on wings of thought ...
Until
all perishes from sight,
Until
all turns to naught;
He
goes where there's no bound or bourn
Nor
is there eye to know,
And
time itself from voids uptorn
Struggles
in vain to grow;
For
there is naught, yet it is there
A thirst
that draws him on,
A depth
that lingers, like the snare
Of blind
oblivion...
"Father,
from dark eternity
My burden
now reverse
And
your name ever hallowed be
In all
the universe!
Ask
me, Lord, anything, but give
Me fate
of different breath,
For
you're the spring of lives to live,
And
giver are of death;
Immortal
nimbus overturn,
From
eyes remove the fire,
But
for all give me in return
One
hour of desire ...
From
chaos, Lord, I came alive,
My thirst
to chaos goes
And,
of repose once born, I strive
To go
back to repose!"
"Hyperion,
you out of chasm
Arise
with worlds of grace!
Ask
not for wonder or phantasm
That
has no name or face;
To
be a human is your call?
A man,
is that your mind?
Oh,
let the humans perish all,
Others
would breed in kind.
Men
only build to nothingness
Vain
dreams in noble guise:
When
waves to silent tomb quiesce
New
waves again will rise;
Men
merely live by stars of luck
And
star-crossed fatefulness;
We have
no death to prove our pluck
Nor
place or time possess.
From
the eternal yesterday
Today
lives what will die,
Should
sun from heavens once decay
New
suns would light the sky
And
seem to rise to endless morn
While
death in wait would lie,
For
all die only to be born
And
all are born to die.
But
you, Hyperion, shall live
Wherever
you may set ...
So ask
me now the Word to give:
That
you can wisdom get?
Or,
maybe, give you voice and bring
Sweet
music to your song
So forests
in the mountain sing
And
oceans go along?
Perhaps
you justice wish to make?
Your
strength with deeds to prove?
The
earth in pieces I could break
So you
can kingdoms move!
I'll
give you armies march their stride
To steal
the world its breath,
Long
ships upon seas far and wide ...
But
I won't give you death!
And
who to die for, now behold!
Of what
awaits, beware!
Go back
and watch that wand'ring mould
And
heed to what lies there."
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Porni
luceafarul.Cresteau
In cer a lui aripe,
Si cai de mii de ani treceau
In tot atitea clipe.
Un cer de stele dedesupt,
Deasupra-i cer de stele-
Parea un fulger nentrerupt
Ratacitor prin ele.
Si din a chaosului vai,
Jur imprejur de sine,
Vedea ca-n ziua cea dentii,
Cum izvorau lumine;
Cum izvorind il inconjor
Ca niste mari de-a-notul...
El zboara, gand purtat de dor,
Pan' piere totul, totul;
Caci unde-ajunge nu-i hotar,
Nici ochi spre a cunoaste,
Si vremea-ncearca in zadar
Din goluri a se naste.
Nu e nimic si totusi e
O sete care-l soarbe,
E un adinc asemene
Uitarii celei oarbe.
-De greul negrei vecinicii,
Parinte, ma dezleaga
Si laudat pe veci sa fii
Pe-a lumii scara-ntreaga;
O, cere-mi, Doamne, orice pret,
Dar da-mi o alta soarte,
Caci tu izvor esti de vieti
Si datator de moarte;
Reia-mi al nemuririi nimb
Si focul din privire,
Si pentru toate da-mi in schimb
O ora de iubire...
Din chaos, Doamne,-am aparut
Si m-as intoarce-n chaos...
Si din repaos m-am nascut'
Mi-e sete de repaos.
-Hyperion, ce din genuni
Rasai c-o-ntreaga lume,
Nu cere semne si minuni
Care n-au chip si nume;
Tu vrei un om sa te socoti,
Cu ei sa te asameni?
Dar piara oamenii cu toti,
S-ar naste iarasi oameni.
Ei numai doar dureaza-n vint
Desarte idealuri-
Cand valuri afla un mormint,
Rasar in urma valuri;
Ei doar au stele cu noroc
Si prigoniri de soarte,
Noi nu avem nici timp, nici loc,
Si nu cunoastem moarte.
Din sinul vecinicului ieri
Traieste azi ce moare,
Un soare de s-ar stinge-n cer
S-aprinde iarasi soare;
Parand in veci a rasari,
Din urma moartea-l paste,
Caci toti se nasc spre a muri
Si mor spre a se naste.
Iar tu, Hyperion, ramai
Oriunde ai apune...
Cere-mi cuvantul meu dentai-
Sa-ti dau intelepciune?
Vrei sa dau glas acelei guri,
Ca dup-a ei cantare
Sa se ia muntii cu paduri
Si insulele-n mare?
Vrei poate-n fapta sa arati
Dreptate si tarie?
Ti-as da pamantul in bucati
Sa-l faci imparatie.
Iti dau catarg linga catarg,
Ostiri spre a strabate
Pamantu-n lung si marea-n larg,
Dar moartea nu se poate...
Si pentru cine vrei sa mori?
Intoarce-te, te-ndreapta
Spre-acel pamant ratacitor
Si vezi ce te asteapta.
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Then
Evening-Star went out. His wings
Grow, into heavens dash,
And on his way millenniums
Flee in less than a flash.
Below, a depth of stars; above,
The heaven stars begem, -
He seems an endless lightning that
Is wandering through them.
And from the Chaos' vales he sees
How in an immense ring
Round him, as in the World's first day,
Lights from their sources spring;
How, springing, they hem him like an
Ocean that swimming nears...
He flees carried by his desire
Until he disappears.
For that region is boundless and
Searching regards avoids
And Time strive vainly there to come
To life from the dark voids.
'Tis nought. 'Tis, though, thirst that sips
him
And which he cannot shun,
'Tis depth unknown, comparable
To blind oblivion.
-"From that dark, choking, endlessness
Into which I am furled,
Father, undo me, and for e'er
Be praised in the whole world!
Ask anything for this new fate
For with mine I am through:
O hear my prayer, O my Lord, for
Thou gives life and death too.
Take back my endlessness, the fires
That my being devour
And in return give me a chance
To love but for an hour!
I've come from Chaos; I'd return
To that my former nest...
And as I have been brought to life
>From rest, I crave for rest!"
-"Hyperion, that comest from
The depths with the world's swarm,
Do not ask signs and miracles
That have no name nor form.
Thou wantest to count among men,
Take their resemblance vain;
But would now the whole mankind die
Men will be born again.
But they are building on the wind
Ideals void and blind;
When human waves run into graves
New waves spring from behind.
Fate's persecutions, lucky stars,
They only are to own;
Here we know neither time nor space,
Death we have never known.
From the eternal yesterday
Drinks what to-day will drain
And if a sun dies on the sky
A sun quickens again.
Risen as for ever, death though
Follows them like a thorn
For all are born only to die
And die to be reborn.
But thou remainest wheresoe'er
Thou wouldst set down or flee.
Thou art of the prime form and an
Eternal prodigy.
Thou wilt now hear the wondrous voice
At whose bewitched singing
Mounts woody get skipping to skies
Into sea Island sinking!
Perhaps thou wilt more: show in deeds
Thy sense of justice, might,
Out of the earth's lumps make an empire
And settle on its height!
I can give thee millions of vessels
And hosts; thou, bear thy breath
O'er all the lands, o'er all the oceans:
I cannot give thee death.
For whom thou wantest then to die?
Just go and see what's worth
All that is waiting there for thee
On that wandering earth!
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