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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'Ennemi (The Enemy)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un ténébreux orage,<br>Traversé çà et là par de brillants soleils;<br>Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage,<br>Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voilà que j'ai touché l'automne des idées,<br>Et qu'il faut employer la pelle et les râteaux<br>Pour rassembler à neuf les terres inondées,<br>Où l'eau creuse des trous grands comme des tombeaux.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Et qui sait si les fleurs nouvelles que je rêve<br>Trouveront dans ce sol lavé comme une grève<br>Le mystique aliment qui ferait leur vigueur?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— Ô douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie,<br>Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous ronge le coeur<br>Du sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Enemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My youth has been nothing but a tenebrous storm, <br>Pierced now and then by rays of brilliant sunshine; <br>Thunder and rain have wrought so much havoc <br>That very few ripe fruits remain in my garden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have already reached the autumn of the mind, <br>And I must set to work with the spade and the rake <br>To gather back the inundated soil <br>In which the rain digs holes as big as graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who knows whether the new flowers I dream of <br>Will find in this earth washed bare like the strand, <br>The mystic aliment that would give them vigor?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! Alas! Time eats away our lives, <br>And the hidden Enemy who gnaws at our hearts <br>Grows by drawing strength from the blood we lose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Enemy </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My youth was but a tempest, dark and savage, <br>Through which, at times, a dazzling sun would shoot <br>The thunder and the rain have made such ravage <br>My garden is nigh bare of rosy fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I have reached the Autumn of my thought, <br>And spade and rake must toil the land to save, <br>That fragments of my flooded fields be sought <br>From where the water sluices out a grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows if the new flowers my dreams prefigure, <br>In this washed soil should find, as by a sluit, <br>The mystic nourishment to give them vigour?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time swallows up our life, O ruthless rigour!<br>And the dark foe that nibbles our heart's root, <br>Grows on our blood the stronger and the bigger!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Ruined Garden</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My childhood was only a menacing shower,<br>cut now and ten by hours of brilliant heat.<br>All the top soil was killed by rain and sleet,<br>my garden hardly bore a standing flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From now on, my mind's autumn! I must take<br>the field and dress my beds with spade and rake<br>and restore order to my flooded grounds.<br>There the rain raised mountains like burial mounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?<br>What elements will give us life and food?<br>This soil is irrigated by the tides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time and nature sluice away our lives.<br>A virus eats the heart out of our sides,<br>digs in and multiplies on our lost blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Robert Lowell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Enemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of my gone youth as of a stormy sky <br>Infrequently transpierced by a benignant sun; <br>Tempest and hail have done their work; and what have I? — <br>How many fruits in my torn garden? — scarcely one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now that I approach the autumn of my mind, <br>And must reclaim once more the inundated earth — <br>Washed into stony trenches deep as graves I find <br>I wield the rake and hoe, asking, 'What is it worth?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who can assure me, these new flowers for which I toil <br>Will find in the disturbed and reconstructed soil <br>That mystic aliment on which alone they thrive?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, anguish, anguish! Time eats up all things alive; <br>And that unseen, dark Enemy, upon the spilled <br>Bright blood we could not spare, battens, and is fulfilled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L'Ennemi</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my youth was all a murky hurricane;<br>not oft did the suns of splendour burst the gloom;<br>so wild the lightning raged, so fierce the rain,<br>few crimson fruits my garden-close illume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now I have touched the autumn of the mind,<br>I must repair and smooth the earth, to save<br>my little seed-plot, torn and undermined,<br>guttered and gaping like an open grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and will the flowers all my dreams implore<br>draw from this garden wasted like a shore<br>some rich mysterious power the storm imparts?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— o grief! o grief! time eats away our lives,<br>and the dark Enemy gnawing at our hearts<br>sucks from our blood the strength whereon he thrives!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Enemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My youth was nothing but a black storm<br>Crossed now and then by brilliant suns.<br>The thunder and the rain so ravage the shores<br>Nothing's left of the fruit my garden held once.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should employ the rake and the plow,<br>Having reached the autumn of ideas,<br>To restore this inundated ground<br>Where the deep grooves of water form tombs in the lees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who knows if the new flowers you dreamed<br>Will find in a soil stripped and cleaned<br>The mystic nourishment that fortifies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">—O Sorrow—O Sorrow—Time consumes Life,<br>And the obscure enemy that gnaws at my heart<br>Uses the blood that I lose to play my part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by William A. Sigler</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>
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