Albert Besnard, "The Warning (L’avertissement)" (1900)

 The mountain swooned in its strangeness,

storm above pink in celestial tension.

How I’d like to be buried here,

I thought,

unsteady but rooted in natural chaos.

To have spent a lifetime trying to control it,

taming passions and longings,

feuding with ecstatic idiocy.

To know love might transcend elements,

cut through cascades of loss.

Once in the earth, we remember

being unremembered and the mountain

swoons onward,

shining with unchanging immanence,

like a god.

Morgan L. Ventura. 'Eschatology' by Morgan L. Ventura. The Lonely Crowd. Publicado el 10/05/2025.