(Le Bestiaire ou Cortège dOrphée)
Orpheus
Admire the vital power
And nobility of line:
Its the voice that the light made us understand here
That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
The Tortoise
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
My sure fingers sound the strings.
The creatures pass to the sounds
Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
The Horse
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car
That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,
My verses, the patterns of all poetry.
The Tibetan Goat
The fleece of this goat and even
That gold one which cost such pain
To Jasons not worth a sou towards
The tresses with which Im taken.
The Serpent
You set yourself against beauty.
And how many women have been
victims of your cruelty!
Eve, Eurydice, Cleopatra:
I know three or four more after.
The Cat
I wish there to be in my house:
A woman possessing reason,
A cat among books passing by,
Friends for every season
Lacking whom Im barely alive.
The Lion
O lion, miserable image
Of kings lamentably chosen,
Now youre only born in a cage
In Hamburg, among the Germans.
The Hare
Dont be fearful and lascivious
Like the hare and the amorous.
But always let your brain weave
The full form that conceives.
The Rabbit
Theres another cony I remember
That Id so like to take alive.
Its haunt is there among the thyme
In the valleys of the Land of Tender.
The Dromedary
With his four dromedaries
Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira
Travels the world and admires her.
He does what I would rather
If Id those four dromedaries.
The Mouse
Sweet days, the mice of time,
You gnaw my life, moon by moon.
God! Ive twenty eight years soon,
and badly spent ones I imagine.
The Elephant
I carry treasure in my mouth,
As an elephant his ivory.
At the price of flowing words,
Purple death!
I buy my glory.
Orpheus
Look at this pestilential tribe
Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:
Beetles, insects, lice
And microbes more amazing
Than the worlds seventh wonder
And the palace of Rosamunde!
The Caterpillar
Work leads us to riches.
Poor poets, work on!
The caterpillars endless sigh
Becomes the lovely butterfly.
The Fly
The songs that our flies know
Were taught to them in Norway
By flies who are they say
Divinities of snow.
The Flea
Fleas, friends, lovers too,
How cruel are those who love us!
All our blood pours out for them.
The well-beloved are wretched then.
The Grasshopper
Heres the slender grasshopper
The food that fed Saint John.
May my verse be similar,
A treat for the best of men.
Orpheus
His heart was the bait: the heavens were the pond!
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch
equals him, either in form or savour,
that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
The Dolphin
Dolphins, playing in the sea
The wave is bitter gruel.
Does my joy sometimes erupt?
Yet life is still so cruel.
The Octopus
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Sucking the blood of what he loves
And finding it delicious,
Is myself the monster, vicious.
The Jellyfish
Medusas, miserable heads
With hairs of violet
You enjoy the hurricane
And I enjoy the very same.
The Lobster
Uncertainty, O my delights
You and I we go
As lobsters travel onwards, quite
Backwards, Backwards, O.
The Carp
In your pools, and in your ponds,
Carp, you indeed live long!
Is it that death forgets to free
You fishes of melancholy?
Orpheus
The female of the Halcyon,
Love, the seductive Sirens,
All know the fatal songs
Dangerous and inhuman.
Dont listen to those cursed birds
But Paradisial Angels words.
The Sirens
Do I know where your ennuis from, Sirens,
When you grieve so widely under the stars?
Sea, I am like you, filled with broken voices,
And my ships, singing, give a name to the years.
The Dove
Dove, both love and spirit
Who engendered Jesus Christ,
Like you I love a Mary.
And so with her I marry.
The Peacock
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,
Appears more lovely than before,
But makes his derrière appear.
The Owl
My poor hearts an owl
One woos, un-woos, re-woos.
Of blood, of ardour, hes the fowl.
I praise those who love me, too.
Ibis
Yes, Ill pass fearful shadows
O certain death, let it be so!
Latin mortal dreadful word,
Ibis, Niles native bird.
The Ox
This cherubim sings the praises
Of Paradise where, with Angels,
Well live once more, dear friends,
When the good God intends.
