Sensation

Sensation

Par les soirs bleus d't, j'irai dans les

sentiers,
Picot par les bls, fouler l'herbe
menue :
Rveur, j'en sentirai la fracheur mes
pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tte
nue.

On the blue summer evenings, I shall

go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing
the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on
my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :

Mais l'amour infini me montera dans
l'me,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un
bohmien,
Par la nature, heureux comme avec
une femme.

I shall not speak, I shall think about

nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a
gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as
if I were with a woman.

ELEONORA
I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion.
Men have called me mad;
but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest
intelligence,
whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound
does not spring from disease of thought
from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the genera intellect.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things
which escape those who dream only by night.
In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill,
in waking to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret.
In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,
and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.
They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the
'light ineffable,'
and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer [Ali-Idrisi],
'agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi'
[They entered the sea of darkness in order that they might explore what was

therein].