poetry by Stéphane Mallarmé
Wreck in the Moonlight
by Caspar David Friedrich, c. 1835
by Caspar David Friedrich, c. 1835
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Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
Depth of basalt and lavas
By even the enslaved echoes
Of a trumpet without power
What sepulchral shipwreck (you
Know it, slobbering there, foam)
Among hulks the supreme one
Flattened the naked mast too
Or that which, furious mistake
Of some noble ill-fate
All the vain abyss spread wide
In the so-white hair’s trailing
Would have drowned miser-like
The childish flank of some Siren.
Depth of basalt and lavas
By even the enslaved echoes
Of a trumpet without power
What sepulchral shipwreck (you
Know it, slobbering there, foam)
Among hulks the supreme one
Flattened the naked mast too
Or that which, furious mistake
Of some noble ill-fate
All the vain abyss spread wide
In the so-white hair’s trailing
Would have drowned miser-like
The childish flank of some Siren.
from Plusieurs Sonnets, 1887
Stéphane Mallarmé, Paris, 1896
how true...every single word...
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