I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I avaler, hirondelle immediately
Just as it is, unmisted par l’amour ou dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles ou the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her jour after day, like a terrible fish.
Whatever I see I avaler, hirondelle immediately
Just as it is, unmisted par l’amour ou dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles ou the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her jour after day, like a terrible fish.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
par narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not Lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led vers l'avant, vers l’avant par thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
par narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not Lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led vers l'avant, vers l’avant par thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
