Dark Gothic Poems
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Dark Gothic Poem: ALONE To live as in exile, to live seeing no-one in the vast desert of a town that is dying, where one hears nothing but the vague murmur of an organ sobbing, or the belfry tolling. To feel oneself remote from souls, from minds, from all that bears a diadem on its brow; and without shedding light consume oneself like a futile lamp in the depths of dark burial vaults. To be like a vessel that dreamed of voyage, triumphal, cheerful, off the red equator which runs into ice flows of coldness and feels itself wrecked without leaving a wake. Oh, to live this way! All alone…to witness the wilting of the divine soul's white flowering, in contempt of all and with none the wiser, alone, alone, always alone, observing one's own extinction.
Dark Gothic Poem: OLD CANAL WATERS The waters of the old canals are mentally feeble, so mournful, among the dead towns, along the quais trimmed by trees and gables in rows, which, in this impoverished water barely show, aged waters lacking fortitude; malingering, deprived of all impulsion to steel themselves against the breeze that furrows them with too many ripples Oh sad waters that go to weep beneath the black bridges and are afflicted, these waters obliged to wear reflections, truly enslaved are they to what seems to them an unyielding burden. But so ancient, that on the shimmering surface they lose what reflects, as they lose a memory and spin them out in confusions of grey mirages. Waters so grief-stricken, they seem about to give in, why so naked and already of nothing? What is their problem, lost in their slumber and embittered dreams, are they nothing more than a deceitful frosted mirror where the moon herself can barely endure? -Georges Rodenbach
