Une Saison en Enfer

What are his nets traps

how does he surround him.

with cold floods of abstraction

and with forests of solitude

to build him castles and high spires.

Where kings and priests may dwell

till she who burns with youth and no fixet lot.

is bound.. in a spell of law to one she loaths?

And must she drag the chain... of life in weary lust?

"Must chilling murderous thoughts

obscure the clear heaven of her eternal spring?

To bear to wintry rage of harsh terror driv'n... to madness"

Bound to hold a rod over her shrinking shoulders

all the day and all the night

to turn the whell of false desire

and longings death wake her womb.

To the ahborred birth of cherubs

in the human form that live a pestilence an die.

A meteor and are no more

till child dwell with one he hates,

and do the deed he loathes.

And the impure scourge forge his seed

its unripe birth e'er yet his eyelids

can behold the arrows... of the day

And the impure scourge forge his seed

its unripe birth e'er yet his eyelids

can behold the arrows... of the day

And the impure scourge forge his seed

its unripe birth e'er yet his eyelids

can behold the arrows... of the day

What are his nets traps

how does he surround him.

with cold floods of abstraction

and with forests of solitude

to build him castles and high spires.

Must chilling murderous thoughts

obscure the clear heaven of her eternal spring?

To bear to wintry rage of harsh terror driv'n... to madness"

Must chilling murderous thoughts

obscure the clear heaven of her eternal spring?

To bear to wintry rage of harsh terror driv'n... to madness"