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THE ADVENT OF THE SUPERMAN
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'''THE ADVENT OF THE SUPERMAN'''
  
O Quiet is the wind yet something stirs
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O Quiet is the wind yet something stirs<br/>
Between our world and heaven?s starry skies
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Between our world and heaven's starry skies<br/>
A spirit, shall I say, that knows a form
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A spirit, shall I say, that knows a form<br/>
Beyond all that which beauty can describe;
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Beyond all that which beauty can describe;<br/>
A whole expanse of night pervades my sight
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A whole expanse of night pervades my sight<br/>
Disturbing naught that seeks of silent rest,
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Disturbing naught that seeks of silent rest,<br/>
And yet withal I feel a wondrous thing
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And yet withal I feel a wondrous thing<br/>
Upon the vision of unopen?d eyes
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Upon the vision of unopen?d eyes<br/>
That now proclaims the portent of our fate:
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That now proclaims the portent of our fate:<br/>
The needs of life have made of us a span
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The needs of life have made of us a span<br/>
And we shall from our ashes, phoenix-like,
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And we shall from our ashes, phoenix-like,<br/>
Cry, ?Hail the advent of the superman.?
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Cry, "Hail the advent of the superman."
  
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'''God's Lament'''
  
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When I bestow beneficence upon man,<br/>
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He distances himself from me.<br/>
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When I heap calamities on his head,<br/>
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He draws nigh.
  
Ode to Unchastity  
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'''Ode to Unchastity'''
  
Unchaste girls are not unchased,  
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Unchaste girls are not unchased, <br/>
But unchased girls are chaste;  
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But unchased girls are chaste; <br/>
The unchased have no time to waste,  
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The unchased have no time to waste, <br/>
For they've faced to their distaste  
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For they've faced to their distaste <br/>
If they don't make haste to become unchaste,  
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If they don't make haste to become unchaste, <br/>
 
They'll remain unchased and waste.
 
They'll remain unchased and waste.
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'''AUTUMN SONG '''
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'''by Paul Verlaine translated by C.K. Garabed'''
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The murmurings
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Of autumn's strings
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Bemoan <br/>
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The languid sighs
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My heart becries
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Alone. <br/>
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In breathless gloom
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Toward pending doom
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I creep <br/>
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And fondly gaze
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On former days
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And weep. <br/>
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And we are borne
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By ill winds' scorn
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To fly <br/>
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Hither and brief
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The withered leaf
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And I.
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'''A TRIBUTE TO MELODY'''
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'''L'''et all my senses soon depart from me
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'''U'''ntil I'm left with just that precious one
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'''C'''an I survive without her voice to bear
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'''I'''n all its fulsomeness, tonality?
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'''N'''o, I would sooner part with sight and touch
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'''E'''mbracing all that I should wish to hear.

Latest revision as of 22:11, 22 June 2019

THE ADVENT OF THE SUPERMAN

O Quiet is the wind yet something stirs
Between our world and heaven's starry skies
A spirit, shall I say, that knows a form
Beyond all that which beauty can describe;
A whole expanse of night pervades my sight
Disturbing naught that seeks of silent rest,
And yet withal I feel a wondrous thing
Upon the vision of unopen?d eyes
That now proclaims the portent of our fate:
The needs of life have made of us a span
And we shall from our ashes, phoenix-like,
Cry, "Hail the advent of the superman."

God's Lament

When I bestow beneficence upon man,
He distances himself from me.
When I heap calamities on his head,
He draws nigh.

Ode to Unchastity

Unchaste girls are not unchased,
But unchased girls are chaste;
The unchased have no time to waste,
For they've faced to their distaste
If they don't make haste to become unchaste,
They'll remain unchased and waste.

AUTUMN SONG

by Paul Verlaine translated by C.K. Garabed

The murmurings

Of autumn's strings

Bemoan

The languid sighs

My heart becries

Alone.

In breathless gloom

Toward pending doom

I creep

And fondly gaze

On former days

And weep.

And we are borne

By ill winds' scorn

To fly

Hither and brief

The withered leaf

And I.


A TRIBUTE TO MELODY


Let all my senses soon depart from me

Until I'm left with just that precious one

Can I survive without her voice to bear

In all its fulsomeness, tonality?

No, I would sooner part with sight and touch

Embracing all that I should wish to hear.