Horus

Poem by Gérard De Nerval Period 19th century

The god Kneph, trembling, shook the universe;
Isis, the mother, then rose from her couch,
Cast a gesture of hatred at her fierce spouse,
And the fire of former days shone in her green eyes.

“Do you see him, she said, he is dying, that old perverse one,
All the frosts of the world have passed through his mouth,
Bind his twisted foot, put out his squinting eye,
He is the god of volcanoes and the king of winters!

“The eagle has already passed, the new spirit calls me,
For him I have put on the robe of Cybele…
He is the beloved child of Hermes and Osiris!”

The goddess had fled on her golden shell,
The sea sent back to us her adored image,
And the heavens shone beneath the sash of Iris.

Gérard de Nerval

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