Mallarme, Stephane - Sigh
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Sigh - translation by Arthur Symons 1908
My soul, calm sister, towards thy brow, whereon scarce grieves
An autumn strewn already with its russet leaves
And towards the wandering sky of thine angelic eyes,
Mounts, as in melancholy gardens may arise
Some faithful fountain sighing whitely towards the blue!
- Towards the blue pale and pure that sad October knew,
When, in those depths, it mirrored languors infinite
And agonising leaves upon the waters white,
Windily drifting, traced a furrow cold and dun,
Where, in one long last ray, lingered the yellow sun.