Escape
(Rêvons: c’est l’heure—Verlaine)
WE’LL build us stairs of filmy cloudsAnd mount until the air is clear,Above this greasy atmosphereOf callous, artificial crowds.Away from fœtid cities’ feetWhere, on the asphalt, taxis skateLike sombre souls who percolateThrough Limbo’s crumbling lazaret.Away from cities’ clinging noiseAnd as we are in full ascentI’ll know the gamut of contentIn looking at your perfect poise.No trees shall pry with envied lustOn too mature a happinessWhen I shall taste your lips’ caress,Unmindful that I sprang from dust.Courageously, with silent tearsWe’ll meet the chaos of the dawnAnd silently our hearts shall mourn,As at an exodus of years.
WE’LL build us stairs of filmy cloudsAnd mount until the air is clear,Above this greasy atmosphereOf callous, artificial crowds.Away from fœtid cities’ feetWhere, on the asphalt, taxis skateLike sombre souls who percolateThrough Limbo’s crumbling lazaret.Away from cities’ clinging noiseAnd as we are in full ascentI’ll know the gamut of contentIn looking at your perfect poise.No trees shall pry with envied lustOn too mature a happinessWhen I shall taste your lips’ caress,Unmindful that I sprang from dust.Courageously, with silent tearsWe’ll meet the chaos of the dawnAnd silently our hearts shall mourn,As at an exodus of years.
WE’LL build us stairs of filmy cloudsAnd mount until the air is clear,Above this greasy atmosphereOf callous, artificial crowds.
WE’LL build us stairs of filmy clouds
And mount until the air is clear,
Above this greasy atmosphere
Of callous, artificial crowds.
Away from fœtid cities’ feetWhere, on the asphalt, taxis skateLike sombre souls who percolateThrough Limbo’s crumbling lazaret.
Away from fœtid cities’ feet
Where, on the asphalt, taxis skate
Like sombre souls who percolate
Through Limbo’s crumbling lazaret.
Away from cities’ clinging noiseAnd as we are in full ascentI’ll know the gamut of contentIn looking at your perfect poise.
Away from cities’ clinging noise
And as we are in full ascent
I’ll know the gamut of content
In looking at your perfect poise.
No trees shall pry with envied lustOn too mature a happinessWhen I shall taste your lips’ caress,Unmindful that I sprang from dust.
No trees shall pry with envied lust
On too mature a happiness
When I shall taste your lips’ caress,
Unmindful that I sprang from dust.
Courageously, with silent tearsWe’ll meet the chaos of the dawnAnd silently our hearts shall mourn,As at an exodus of years.
Courageously, with silent tears
We’ll meet the chaos of the dawn
And silently our hearts shall mourn,
As at an exodus of years.