............... Cemetery Marine
This quiet roof, where dove,
Between the pines pulsates between the tombs;
Impartial noon composed of lights
The sea, the sea, constantly renewed
O reward after thinking
That a long look at the calm of the gods!
What pure work for flash burns
Maint diamond elusive foam
What peace seems to be conceived!
When the sun is a deep, pure
Structures of the eternal question,
Time flickers and the dream is to know.
Stable treasure, simple temple to Minerva,
mass of calm, and visible reserve
lidded water, eye guards that you
So sleep under a veil of flame,
O silence! . . . Building in the soul, fills
But gold thousand tiles, Roof!
Temple of Time, a brief sigh,
At this point I clean up and get used,
All eyes surrounded my sailor;
And as my offering to the gods Supreme
Scintillation serene sows
On the altitude a sovereign contempt.
...
The wind is rising! ... He must try to live! The huge air
opens and closes my book, The wave
Dares to explode out of rocks!
Fly, bewildered pages!
Break, waves! Break water rejoiced
This quiet roof where pecking jibs!
Paul Valery, Poems, Poetry NRF / Gallimard
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