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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Off
went the star. And as he went
His
wings grew more and more
And
myriads of years were spent
For
every hour that wore.
There
was a sky of stars beneath,
A
sky of stars o'erhead -
Like
to a bolt with ne'er an death
Among
the worlds he sped.
And
from the valleys of the pit
He
upwards spun his way;
He
saw how lights sprang up and lit
As
on the earliest day,
How
like a sea that girded him,
And
swarm and heaved about...
And
flew and flew, an ache-born whim,
Till
everything died out;
For
where he reached there was no bourne,
To
see there was no eye,
And
from the chaos to be born
Time
vainly made a try.
And
there was nothing. There was, though,
A
thirst that did oppress,
A
gaping gulf above, below,
Like
blind forgetfulness.
'From
heavy, dark eternity
Deliver
me, o Lord,
Forever
hallowed may'st Thou be
And
praised throughout the world!
O,
ask me, Father, anything
But
change my fortune now;
O'er
Fount of Life, Thou art the king,
The
death-dispenser, Thou;
My
aura of eternity,
My
fiery looks, retrieve,
And,
in exchange, for love grant me
A
single hour's leave.
From
chaos come, I would return
To
chaos, oh, most Blessed,
For
out of rest eternal born,
I
yearn again for rest.'
'Wan
star, which from the world's confines
Doest
with the cosmos rise,
Ask
not for miracles and signs
That
have no name or guise!
What,
woulds't thou deem thyself to be
A
fellow of those men?
If
all of them drowned in the sea,
Men
would be born again.
For
it is men alone, who, blind,
Build
castles in the air;
When
waves have found their grave, behind,
Waves
simmer everywhere;
Or
lucky stars or Fate's disgrace
Are
only humans' lot,
While
we have neither time nor place
And
death can strike us not.
From
yesterday's eternal womb
Lives
now whatever dies;
And
if a sun should meet its doom,
New
suns would mount the skies.
Although
they seem e'er to ascend,
Death
pricks them with his thorn,
All
that are born die in the end
To
live on a new morn.
Hyperion
thou must remain
Wherever
thou doest rise...
Wouldst
thou hear my first word again
And
so become more wise?
Will
thou that I my mouth should ope
To
sing the song that wiles
The
mountains with their wooded slope
The
sea's uncounted isles?
Or
wilt thou prove by deeds thy worth,
That
right and might canst helm?
I
would in clods give thee the earth
To
make it a great realm!
Or
give you vessels, masts on masts,
And
hosts that land and sea
Will
cross, the power to ride the blast,
But
death - that cannot be....
And
who, think'st thou, thy death is worth?
Turn
back, turn down once more
And
see what on the straying earth
There
is for thee in store. |
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