Réversibilité

It's mornings like this where I need to keep in mind that murder is 20-to-life in most cases. Oh, venal muse where the hell are you this morning?

For all the bullshit that this day promises, at least this poem is beautiful.

Reversibility

Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish,
Shame, remorse, sobs, ennui,
And the vague terrors of these dreadful nights
Which compress the heart like crumpled paper?
Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish?

Angel full of kindness, do you know hatred,
The clenched fists in the shadow and the tears of malice,
When Vengeance beats his infernal recall,
And of our powers he makes himself the captain?
Angel full of kindness, do you know hatred?

Angel full of health, do you know Fevers,
Which, along the great walls of the wan hospital,
Like exiles, they go in with a lagging foot,
Stirring lips and looking for the seldom sun?
Angel full of health, do you know Fevers?

Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles,
And the fear of aging, and this hideous torment
Of reading the secret horror of devotion
In the eyes where long drank our own greedy ones?
Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles?

Angel full of pleasure, of joy and of light,
Dying David would have demanded the health
From the emanations of your enchanted body;
But from you, angel, I implore only your prayers,
Angel full of pleasure, of joy and of light!

Réversibilité
Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse,
La honte, les remords, les sanglots, les ennuis,
Et les vagues terreurs de ces affreuses nuits
Qui compriment le coeur comme un papier qu'on froisse?
Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse?

Ange plein de bonté, connaissez-vous la haine,
Les poings crispés dans l'ombre et les larmes de fiel,
Quand la Vengeance bat son infernal rappel,
Et de nos facultés se fait le capitaine?
Ange plein de bonté connaissez-vous la haine?

Ange plein de santé, connaissez-vous les Fièvres,
Qui, le long des grands murs de l'hospice blafard,
Comme des exilés, s'en vont d'un pied traînard,
Cherchant le soleil rare et remuant les lèvres?
Ange plein de santé, connaissez-vous les Fièvres?

Ange plein de beauté, connaissez-vous les rides,
Et la peur de vieillir, et ce hideux tourment
De lire la secrète horreur du dévouement
Dans des yeux où longtemps burent nos yeux avide!
Ange plein de beauté, connaissez-vous les rides?

Ange plein de bonheur, de joie et de lumières,
David mourant aurait demandé la santé
Aux émanations de ton corps enchanté;
Mais de toi je n'implore, ange, que tes prières,
Ange plein de bonheur, de joie et de lumières!

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Summer will be over in a matter of days. It's time to start being responsible.