We have astonished by our great suffering
The inclination of indifferent stars
We have gazed at the blood of the wound
With harsh external eye, we have kissed
Clandestinely through the false back-door,
We have become those iron-clad systems
Which stray distance-less caterpillar horsemen
Of the last judgement, a vast funereal ennui
Bears us toward your hooves of consummation
Red Horse black Horse yellow Horse white Horse.
Pierre-Jean Jouve (1887 - 1976) France
Translated by A. S. Kline
Source: Poets of Modernity
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