Anguish

 

 

Is it possible that She will have me forgiven for ambitions continually

crushed,-- that an affluent end will make up for the ages of indigence,--

that a day of success will lull us to sleep on the shame of our fatal

incompetence?

 

(O palms! diamond!-- Love! strength!-- higher than all joys and all

fame!-- in any case, everywhere-- demon, god,-- Youth of this being:

myself!)

 

That the accidents of scientific wonders and the movements of social

brotherhood will be cherished as the progressive restitution of our

original freedom?...

 

But the Vampire who makes us behave orders us to enjoy ourselves with

what she leaves us, or in other words to be more amusing.

 

Rolled in our wounds through the wearing air and the sea; in torments

through the silence of the murderous waters and air; in tortures that

laugh in the terrible surge of their silence.