An Immense Despair, Poem by Charles Cros

An immense despair
Black
Strikes me
From now on, I could not
Rejoice in the rosy and fresh
Morning.

And I fall into a hole
Mad,
Why
Have all my efforts
In the Ideal put me outside
The Law?

Satan, when you fell
Low,
At least
You paid for your cruel vows,
Your crime had immortal
Witnesses.

I, I have never troubled,
Wheat,
The hope
That you give to sowers
Yet, punished, I die
This evening.

I have done some animal
Harm
With
A switch along the way,
It will take revenge tomorrow
With its beak.

It will put out my eyes
Better
Than you
With the hat pin
Women, whose skin contact
Is so soft.

Charles Cros

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