Today is more arduous than the Inferno. Out of doors is an overpowering
sun. A blinding splendor devours all the shade, a splendor so steady
that it seems solid. I see in everything around me less of immobility
than of stupor, an arrested effort. For the earth in these four moons
has completed her production. It is time that her spouse kill her, and,
unveiling the fire with which he burns, condemn her with an inexorable
kiss.
As for me, what shall I say? Ah, if this flaming heat is frightful to
my frailty, if my eye turns away, if my body sweats, if I sink on my
knees, I will blame this inert flesh; but the virile spirit will soar
free in an heroic transport! I feel it, my soul hesitates, but nothing
less than the supreme can satisfy this exquisite and terrible jealousy.
Let others hide under the earth, obstructing with care the least
fissure in their buildings; but a sublime heart, pressed against the
sharpness of love, will embrace fire and torture. Sun, redouble thy
flames! It is not enough to burn,--consume! My sorrow would be not to
suffer enough. May nothing impure escape from the furnace, no blindness
from the torture of the light!
THE VISION OF A CITY
At the hour when, urged by an exalted foreboding, such a man as I,
wifeless and childless, reaches the level of the setting sun; as he
attains the mountain’s crest high above the earth and its people, he
sees the mysterious representation of a splendid city hanging enormous
in the sky. It is a city of temples.
In modern cities we see the streets and the different quarters crowd
and center about various markets and exchanges, schools and municipal
buildings, whose high pinnacles and distributed masses stand out above
the uniform roofs; but here the poised image of an eternal city, built
by the evening in the form of a triple mountain, discloses not a single
earthly detail, and shows nothing in the infinite ramification of its
construction and the type of its architecture which is not appropriate
to the sublime service it renders, although accomplished without
preparation or practise.
And as the citizen of a kingdom, whose road leads to the capital, seeks
to understand the plan of the immense place; so the contemplative,
gazing at Jerusalem, fearing to enter it with soiled sandals, studies
the interpretation of its laws, and the conditions of a sojourn there.
Not a nave, not a single plan of cupola or portico, but responds to
the observances of a cult; not a movement or a detail of stairs and
terraces is disregarded in the development of ceremony. The moats of
towers, the superimposition of walls, the basilicas, circuses, and
reservoirs,--and even the tree-tops in the square gardens,--are molded
of the same snow; and the violet tinge of their shadows is perhaps only
such a color of mourning as irreparable distance adds.
Thus one evening a solitary city appeared for an instant before me.
DESCENDING THE RIVER
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