THE POET

The poet is done seeing by a length, seeing from an immense and reasoned, disordered state of all the directions, in all forms of love, suffering, madness; he seeks himself, he exhausts in him all the poisons, to keep only quintessences of them to dispel dark forces. Unutterable torture, where it needs all the faith in all the superhuman force, where it becomes between all the large patient will, the great cursed criminal, the innocent and supreme Savant! - Because it arrives at the unknown; since it cultivated its heart, already rich, more than any! It arrives at the Unknown; and when, thrown into a panic, it would end up losing the intelligence of its visions....it saw them! That it crêve in its bondissement by the amazing and unnamable things from thinking: but it will come from other worldly workers; he will start at the horizons where the others have subsided!