postgraduatepunk:Adolf Münzer, Walpurgis Sabbath, 1906.Veiled strains of far horns where th
postgraduatepunk: Adolf Münzer, Walpurgis Sabbath, 1906. Veiled strains of far horns where the tenderness Of sense with the swift soul goes hand-in-hand In discords of intoxicating rhythm; And lo! Behold how at these horns command Appear confused some sudden forms of snow, Diaphanous, they in the moonshine gleam Like opals on the branches’ emerald night – Sure ‘tis a Watteau in some Raffet’s dream! Aye! ‘gainst the dark trees’ emerald night they mix With languid gestures full of deep despair, And round the statues’ bronze and marble feet They dance, they weave a circle slow and fair. Tormented specters! Are they but the thought With which strong wine hath filled the poet’s head? Or past regrets and sins? Are these wild shapes, Thrilling the turf with cadence, but the dead? O dreamer, are they thy remorse which brings Horror and shame? Or Fancy’s cavalcade? These Sprites whom giddiness resistless drives! Or are they but the dead folk who went mad? Paul Verlaine, “Nuit du Walpurgis Classique,” Poemes Saturniens, 1866. Happy Walpurgisnacht, Beltane, May Eve, etc. -- source link
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