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Le Pont [extrait]

Par |2018-12-09T21:02:10+00:00 27 juin 2012|Catégories : Blog|


How many dawns, chill from his rip­pling rest
The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,
Shedding white rings of tumult, buil­ding high
Over the chai­ned bay waters Liberty–

Then, with invio­late curve, for­sake our eyes
As appa­ri­tio­nal as sails that cross
Some page of figures to be filed away ;
–Till ele­va­tors drop us from our day . . .

I think of cine­mas, pano­ra­mic sleights
With mul­ti­tudes bent toward some fla­shing scene
Never dis­clo­sed, but has­te­ned to again,
Foretold to other eyes on the same screen ;

And Thee, across the har­bor, sil­ver-paced
As though the sun took step of thee, yet left
Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,–
Implicitly thy free­dom staying thee !

Out of some sub­way scut­tle, cell or loft
A bed­la­mite speeds to thy para­pets,
Tilting there moment­ly, shrill shirt bal­loo­ning,
A jest falls from the spee­chless cara­van.

Down Wall, from gir­der into street noon leaks,
A rip-tooth of the sky's ace­ty­lene ;
All after­noon the cloud-flown der­ricks turn . . .
Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic still.

And obs­cure as that hea­ven of the Jews,
Thy guer­don . . . Accolade thou dost bes­tow
Of ano­ny­mi­ty time can­not raise :
Vibrant reprieve and par­don thou dost show.

O harp and altar, of the fury fused,
(How could mere toil ali­gn thy choi­ring strings!)
Terrific thre­shold of the prophet's pledge,
Prayer of pariah, and the lover's cry,–

Again the traf­fic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, imma­cu­late sigh of stars,
Beading thy path – condense eter­ni­ty :
And we have seen night lif­ted in thine arms.

Under thy sha­dow by the piers I wai­ted ;
Only in dark­ness is thy sha­dow clear.
The City's fie­ry par­cels all undone,
Already snow sub­merges an iron year . . .

O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prai­ries' drea­ming sod,
Unto us low­liest some­time sweep, des­cend
And of the cur­ve­ship lend a myth to God.