<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Incompatibility</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Higher there, higher, far from the ways,<br>from the farms and the valleys, beyond the trees,<br>beyond the hills and the grasses’ haze,<br>far from the herd-trampled tapestries,<br>you discover a sombre pool in the deep<br>that a few bare snow-covered mountains form.<br>The lake, in light’s, and night’s, sublime sleep,<br>is never disturbed in its silent storm.<br>In that mournful waste, to the unsure ear,<br>come faint drawn-out sounds, more dead than the bell,<br>of some far-off cow, the echoes unclear,<br>as it grazes the slope, of a distant dell.<br>On those hills where the wind effaces all signs,<br>on those glaciers, fired by the sun’s pure light,<br>on those rocks, where dizziness threatens the mind,<br>in that lake’s vermilion presage of night,<br>under my feet, and above my head, <br>silence, that makes you wish to escape;<br>that eternal silence, of the mountainous bed<br>of motionless air, where everything waits.<br>You would say that the sky, in its loneliness,<br>gazed at itself in the glass, and, up there,<br>the mountains listened, in grave watchfulness<br>to the mystery nothing that’s human can hear.<br>And when, by chance, a wandering cloud<br>darkens the silent lake, moving by,<br>you might think that you saw some spirit’s robe,<br>or else its clear shadow, travelling, over the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354439" data-title="Incompatibility de Charles Baudelaire" data-description="Higher there, higher, far from the ways, from the farms and the valleys, beyond the trees, beyond the hills and the grasses’ haze, far from the herd-trampled tapestries, you discover a sombre pool in the deep that a few bare snow-covered mountai..."></div> </div> </div>

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