For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . e who fears a great hole, I am afraid of sleep, Full of vague horror, leading one knows not whither—this deep; Out of all my windows only infinity I see, And my spirit by vertigo ever annoyed Longs for the insensibility of the void. —Ah! Prom Numbers and from Beings never to be free! (Les Fleurs du mal.) 364 EVILTO DANTE ALIGHIERI. (Dal mondo scese ai ciechi abissi, e poi,) Michael Angelo. He descended from Earth to the blind abysses, and then,The two Infernos seen, guided by his great thought,Ascended living unto God, and
For her friends and mine: a book of aspirations, dreams and memories . e who fears a great hole, I am afraid of sleep, Full of vague horror, leading one knows not whither—this deep; Out of all my windows only infinity I see, And my spirit by vertigo ever annoyed Longs for the insensibility of the void. —Ah! Prom Numbers and from Beings never to be free! (Les Fleurs du mal.) 364 EVILTO DANTE ALIGHIERI. (Dal mondo scese ai ciechi abissi, e poi,) Michael Angelo. He descended from Earth to the blind abysses, and then,The two Infernos seen, guided by his great thought,Ascended living unto God, and brought,In Earths true light, his message unto men, Star of high valor, whose radiance the hiddenEternities to our blind eyes unfurled,And had, at last, reward the wicked worldOft gives unto the most heroic men. Of Dante crudely was the labor known,And fair desire, by that ungrateful raceWho only unto just men stinted grace. But were I such as he! born to like fate,For his harsh exile, being to his virtue grown,I would exchange the worlds most blessed state. 365. ABYSS. (Je suis lesprit, vivant au sein des choses mortes.)Victor Hugo.* MAN. I am the spirit living in the bosom of dead things. When doors are closed I forge the keys; I make the lion retreat toward the desert; I call myself Bacchus, Noah, Deucalion; I call myself Shakespeare, Hannibal, Caesar, Dante; I am the conqueror; I hold the flaming sword, I enter, frightening the shadow I pursue In all the terrors and in all the nights. I am Plato, I see; I am Newton, I discover. From the owl I bring forth Athena; from the wolf, Rome; and the Eagle has said: Do thou go first! I have Christ in my sepulcher and Job on my dung heap. I live! Level in my two hands I bear Soul and body; I am man, master at last and free! I am the ancient Adam! I love, I know, I feel; I have taken the tree of life in my strong hands; I shake it joyously above my head. *La Legeude des Siecles. 367 As though I were the tempest wind, I sh
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