and its mists and its roofs are quite far from my eyes;
now that I am under tree branches,
and can daydream of the beauty of the skies;
from the mourning that made my soul dark,
and I feel the peace of great Nature
entering my heart;
moved by this superb and tranquil horizon,
I can examine deep truths inside me
and look at the flowers that are on the lawn;
to be able from now on
to look with my eyes on the stone where I know in the shadow
she is sleeping forever;
Plains, forests, rocks, little valleys, silvery river,
seeing my smallness and seeing your miracles,
I come back to my senses before their immensity;
peaceful now, I bring you
the pieces of that heart all full of your glory
that you broke;
good, merciful, indulgent and kind, O living God!
I admit that you alone know what you do.
And that man is nothing but a reed that quivers in the wind;
opens the heavens;
and that what we here below take for the end
is the beginning;
own the infinite, the real, the absolute;
I acknowledge that it is good, that it is right
that my heart has bled, since God willed it!
by your will.
The soul from grief to grief, Man from shore to shore,
rolls to eternity.
the other plunges into the night of frightening mystery.
Man bears the yoke without knowing why.
All he sees is short, useless and fleeting.
around all his footsteps.
You did not want him to have certainty
nor joy here below!
Nothing is given to him, in his speedy days,
for him to make a home and say:
Here is my house, my field and my loved ones!
he grows old without support.
Since things are so, it’s because they must be so;
I admit it, I admit it!
is wrought of tears as well as of songs;
Man is but an atom in this infinite shadow,
night where the good rise, where the bad fall.
than to feel sorry for us all,
and that a child who dies, to its mother’s despair,
is nothing to you!
that birds lose their feathers and flowers their fragrance,
that Creation is a great wheel
that cannot move without crushing someone;
pass under the blue sky;
grass must grow and children die;
I know it, O God!
deep in that still, sleeping blue,
perhaps you are making unknown things
where Man’s pain is an ingredient.
that charming creatures
go away, carried off by the dark whirlwind
of black events.
which nothing disconcerts and nothing moves.
You cannot have sudden mercies
that would disturb the world, O God, calm spirit!
and to consider
that humbly as a child and gently as a woman,
I come to adore you!
worked, fought, thought, walked, struggled,
explaining Nature to Man who knew nothing of it,
lighting everything with your clarity;
I have done my task here below,
that I could not expect this wage,
that I could not
would let fall heavily your triumphant arm,
and that you who saw how little joy I have,
would take my child away so quickly!
how I could curse,
and cast my cries at you like a child
throwing stones in the sea!
how the eye that weeps too much is blinded,
how a being plunged by grief into the blackest pit,
seeing you no more, cannot contemplate you.
has in his wit the sober serenity
of the constellations!
I bend to your feet before your open skies.
I feel myself enlightened in my bitter sadness
by a better outlook on the universe.
if he dares complain;
I’ve stopped accusing, I’ve stopped cursing,
but let me weep!
since you have made Men for this!
Let me lean over this cold stone
and say to my child: Do you feel that I am here?
in the evening when all is still,
as if, reopening her celestial eyes in her night,
this angel could hear me!
while nothing here below can console me,
I keep seeing that moment in my life
when I saw her open her wings and fly off!
where I cried: the child I had a minute ago—
What? I don’t have her any more?
O my God! this wound bled for so long!
The anguish in my heart is still the strongest thing,
and my heart is submissive, but not resigned.
mortals subject to tears,
for us it is not easy to withdraw our souls
from these great griefs.
Lord; when one has seen in one’s life, some morning,
in the midst of cares, hardships, miseries,
and of the shadow our fate casts over us,
a small joyful creature,
so beautiful one thinks a door to heaven has opened
when it arrives;
grow in loveable grace and sweet reason,
when one has realized that this child one loves
makes daylight in our soul and in our home,
of all that one has dreamed of;
consider that it is a very sad thing
to watch it going away!
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