Golden Poem
Gerard de Nerval
everything is alive
PYTHAGORAS
free of the dead,
what can be thought
seems to be yours in this world
where it all coheres
free to spend some powers,
but the universe is absent
from all your plans
take the ghost stirring
in an animal each
flower, a piece of light
scattering love’s mystery
asleep in metal alive
the coherence takes power
over you
in the blind wall, you fear
the blindness which sees you
even to matter, put to
true and false uses,
a word is tied
translation by Robin Blaser
Cucurbite 