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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Lucifer
set out and o'er
The
sky his wings extended,
And
million years flew past before
As
many moments ended.
A sky
of stars above his way,
A
sky of stars below;
As
lightning flash midst them astray
In
one continuous flow.
Till
round his primal chaos hurled
When
from enwrapping night
The
first, upflaming dawn unfurled
Its
miracle of light.
Still
further flew he ere the start
Of
things of form devoid,
Spurred
by the yearning of his heart,
Far
back into the void.
Yet
where he reach'd is not the bourn
Nor
yet where eye can see;
Beyond
where struggling time was torn
Out
of eternity.
Around
him there was naught. And still,
Strange
yearning there was yet,
A
yearning that the space did fill,
As
when the blind forget.
'O,
Father God, this knot untie
Of
my celestial birth,
And
praised you will be on high
And
on the rolling earth.
The
price you ask is little count,
Give
fate another course,
For
you are of fair life the fount,
And
of calm death the source.
Take
back this halo from my head,
Take
back my starry lour,
And
give to me, O God, instead
Of
human love one hour.
Out
of the chaos was I wrought,
In
chaos would I be dispersed,
Out
of the empty darkness brought,
For
darkness do I thirst...'
'Hyperion.
o child divine,
Don't
thus your state disclaim,
Nor
ask for miracle, nor sign
That
has nor sense nor name.
You
wish to be of man a son,
To
be a star you scorn;
But
men quick perish every one,
And
men each day are born.
x
Yet
stars burn on with even glow,
And
it is fate's intending
That
they nor time, nor place shall know,
Unfettered
and unending.
x
(two original stanzas were combined
x
by translator into the one above)
Out
of eternal yesterday
Into
tomorrow's grave,
Even
the sun will pass away
That
other suns shall lave;
The
sun that every morn does rise
At
last its spirit gives;
For
each thing lives because it dies,
And
dies because it lives.
But
you, Hyperion, never wane,
Night's
miracle sublime,
But
in the sky your place retain,
The
wonder of all time.
x
x
x
x
x
x
(three stanzas skipped
x
by translator)
x
x
x
x
x
So
what strange fancy holds your mind?
What
dreaming thus belates you?
Return
to earth and there you'll find
The
awakening that awaits you'. |
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