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me;the Water, the Clouds, Silence, Night; the vast green Sea, the shapeless water that hath many shapes; the place where thou art not, the lover that thou knowest not, mon- strous flowers and delirious perfumes, cats that swoon at music and groan as women do with harsh, soft voice. And thou shalt be loved of my lovers, courted by my courtiers. Thou shalt be the queen of those men whose eyes are green and whose throats I have clutched in my nocturnal caresses: of those who love the sea, the vast, tumultuous sea, the shapeless water that hath m…
1928 · PDF PAGE 129
…bly sad. Like a priest from whom one should ravish his Divin- ity, I could not without heart-breaking bitter- ness tear myself from this sea, so monstrously seductive, from this sea so infinitely varied in its terrifying simplicity; this sea which seems to contain in itself and to represent by its play, its enticements, its rages and its smiles, the dispositions, the agonies and the ecstasies of every soul that hath ever lived, that lives, that ever shall live. As I bade farewell to this incomparable beauty I felt myself smitten down even to de…
1928 · PDF PAGE 88
gives it an air at once triumphant and idle. Heavy earrings tinkle secretly at her dainty ears. From time to time the sea-breeze lifts her floating skirt by the corner and shows her splendid shining leg, and her foot, like the feet of the marble goddesses that Europe puts into museums, makes a faithful print of its shape on the fine sand, for Dorothy is so prodigiously coquettish that the pleasure of being admired is more to her than the pride of the freed- woman; and although she is free, she walks bare-foot. Thus she moves on, a harmony; happ…
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…th any but scolding and painful cries. And now the depth of the sky affrights me; its limpidity exasperates me. The insensibility of the sea, the changelessness of the prospect, revolt me. Ah! must one eternally suffer, of fly eternally before the face of beauty? O! no, piti- less enchantress ever victorious rival, leave me alone cease to tempt my passion and my pride! The study of the beautiful is a duel where the artist cries with fear even before he is conquered.
1928 · PDF PAGE 143
…e for a soul weary of the struggles of life. The ampli- tude of the sky, the mobile architecture of the clouds, the changing hues of the sea, the spar- kling of the lighthouses, are a prism, marvel- lously fitted to amuse the eyes without ever tiring them. The slender shapes of the ships with their complicated rigging on which the swell imprints its harmonious oscillations, serve to banquet the pleasure of rhythm and beauty in the soul. And above all, there is a sort of mysterious and aristocratic pleasure for him who has no longer either curio…
1928 · PDF PAGE 13
…g intense, and no point is sharper than that of the Infinite. How great is the delight of drowning ones look in the vastness of sky and sea; solitude, silence, incomparable chastity of the blue; one little sail shuddering on the horizon is like a re- flection of my irremediable existence; the me- lodious monotony of the swell; all these things think by virtue of me, or I think by virtue of them (for in the vastness of the reverie the Ego is soon lost)they think, I say, but musi- cally and picturesquely, without quibbles, syl- logisms, and ded…
1928 · PDF PAGE 87
XXX BEAUTIFUL DOROTHY THE sun overwhelms the town with its di- rect and terrible light; the sand dazzles and the sea glitters; the tired world has given up its work and is taking its siesta; a siesta which is a kind of sweet-savoured death, where the sleeper, half awake, tastes the pleasures of his annihilation. Dorothy, however, as strong and as bright as the sun, walks in the deserted street; at this hour she is the sole living being under the mighty vault of blue; she makes a startling black blot upon the light. She moves forward, softly swa…
1928 · PDF PAGE 128
XXXIV ALREADY! A HUNDRED times already the sun had sprung radiant or saddened from that vast ba- sin of the sea whose shores scarce let them- selves be seen; a hundred times already it had plunged again sparkling or morose into its im- mense evening bath; for many days we were able to contemplate the other side of the fir- mament and decipher the celestial Alphabet of the Antipodes, and each of the passengers grumbled and scolded. One would have said that getting near to land increased their suffer- ing; When then, they cried, shall we cease…
1928 · PDF PAGE 117
…alking among themselves. One of them said: Yesterday Papa took me to the theatre. There are big, sad palaces, beyond which one sees the sea and the sky, and in them there are men and women very serious and very sad too; but much more beautiful and better dressed than the people we see about, and they talk in a singing voice. They threaten each other, they beseech, they lament, they often put their hand to daggers that they have in their sashes; oh, but it is beautiful! The la- dies are much lovelier and taller than the ones that come to see us…
1928 · PDF PAGE 83
…, to dream ones life-dream with due worship. And, analysing the details of the engraving, he continued in himself, At the edge of the sea a beautiful pleasure-house of wood, sur-
1928 · PDF PAGE 63
…he monotonous songs of their handling; these are my thoughts that sleep or that roll upon your breast. You lead them softly towards that sea which is the Infi- nite; ever reflecting the depths of heaven in the limpidity of your fair soul; and when, tired by the oceans swell and gorged with the treasures of the East, they return to their port of departure, these are still my thoughts en- riched which return from the Infinitetowards you.
1928 · PDF PAGE 105
…rfalls the desire never to see again their household gods, their wives, their children; never again to confront the lofty billows of the sea. Strange faces were there, of men and women, marked with a fatal beauty; it seemed to me that I had known them long since, at times and in countries whose exact remem- brance I could no longer fix, and which rather inspired me with a fraternal sympathy than with that fear which usually arises at the sight of the unknown. If I wished to try to define in any way their strange expression, I would say that nev…
1928 · PDF PAGE 145
…y- self that I have arrived long since at the cli- macteric epoch of the third grade, when beauty itself no longer suffices unless it is sea- soned by perfume, adornment, and the rest. I will even admit that I sometimes aspire as if to an unknown happiness, to a certain fourth de- gree, whose stigma should be perfect calm; but, during my life, except at the age of Chérubin, I have been more sensitive than anyone else in the world to the enervating foolishness, the irritating mediocrity of women. What I love above all in animals is their frank- …