ANGUISH: Poetry, by Stéphane Mallarmé

ANGUISH

I do not come tonight for your body, or the beast that the sins of a nation, accept, or stir up in your impure hair a sad storm, under the tedium incurable pouring my kiss. I ask you to read the heavy sleep without dreams, hovered under the veil of secret remorse, and that you can enjoy after your lies black, you know that’s nothing more than the dead. Since the Vizio, rodendomi the old nobility, me like you scored her infertility. But while in your womb stone lives a heart that crime or remorse can never eat, I pale, undone, I escape with my shroud, dismay to die if I sleep alone.

(Stéphane Mallarmé)

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