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Cemetery above Sète where Paul Valery is buried
He wrote a poem about this cemetery...
The Graveyard By The Sea (Translated by C. Day Lewis)
This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame --
That sea forever starting and re-starting.
When thought has had its hour, oh how rewarding
Are the long vistas of celestial calm!
What grace of light, what pure toil goes to form
The manifold diamond of the elusive foam!
What peace I feel begotten at that source!
When sunlight rests upon a profound sea,
Time's air is sparkling, dream is certainty --
Pure artifice both of an eternal Cause.
Sure treasure, simple shrine to intelligence,
Palpable calm, visible reticence,
Proud-lidded water, Eye wherein there wells
Under a film of fire such depth of sleep --
O silence! . . . Mansion in my soul, you slope
Of gold, roof of a myriad golden tiles.
Temple of time, within a brief sigh bounded,
To this rare height inured I climb, surrounded
By the horizons of a sea-girt eye.
And, like my supreme offering to the gods,
That peaceful coruscation only breeds
A loftier indifference on the sky.
Even as a fruit's absorbed in the enjoying,
Even as within the mouth its body dying
Changes into delight through dissolution,
So to my melted soul the heavens declare
All bounds transfigured into a boundless air,
And I breathe now my future's emanation.
Beautiful heaven, true heaven, look how I change!
After such arrogance, after so much strange
Idleness -- strange, yet full of potency --
I am all open to these shining spaces;
Over the homes of the dead my shadow passes,
Ghosting along -- a ghost subduing me.
My soul laid bare to your midsummer fire,
O just, impartial light whom I admire,
Whose arms are merciless, you have I stayed
And give back, pure, to your original place.
Look at yourself . . . But to give light implies
No less a somber moiety of shade.
Oh, for myself alone, mine, deep within
At the heart's quick, the poem's fount, between
The void and its pure issue, I beseech
The intimations of my secret power.
O bitter, dark, and echoing reservoir
Speaking of depths always beyond my reach.
But know you -- feigning prisoner of the boughs,
Gulf which cats up their slender prison-bars,
Secret which dazzles though mine eyes are closed --
What body drags me to its lingering end,
What mind draws it to this bone-peopled ground?
A star broods there on all that I have lost.
Closed, hallowed, full of insubstantial fire,
Morsel of earth to heaven's light given o'er --
This plot, ruled by its flambeaux, pleases me --
A place all gold, stone, and dark wood, where shudders
So much marble above so many shadows:
And on my tombs, asleep, the faithful sea.
Keep off the idolaters, bright watch-dog, while --
A solitary with the shepherd's smile --
I pasture long my sheep, my mysteries,
My snow-white flock of undisturbed graves!
Drive far away from here the careful doves,
The vain daydreams, the angels' questioning eyes!
Now present here, the future takes its time.
The brittle insect scrapes at the dry loam;
All is burnt up, used up, drawn up in air
To some ineffably rarefied solution . . .
Life is enlarged, drunk with annihilation,
And bitterness is sweet, and the spirit clear.
The dead lie easy, hidden in earth where they
Are warmed and have their mysteries burnt away.
Motionless noon, noon aloft in the blue
Broods on itself -- a self-sufficient theme.
O rounded dome and perfect diadem,
I am what's changing secretly in you.
I am the only medium for your fears.
My penitence, my doubts, my baulked desires --
These are the flaw within your diamond pride . . .
But in their heavy night, cumbered with marble,
Under the roots of trees a shadow people
Has slowly now come over to your side.
To an impervious nothingness they're thinned,
For the red clay has swallowed the white kind;
Into the flowers that gift of life has passed.
Where are the dead? -- their homely turns of speech,
The personal grace, the soul informing each?
Grubs thread their way where tears were once composed.
The bird-sharp cries of girls whom love is teasing,
The eyes, the teeth, the eyelids moistly closing,
The pretty breast that gambles with the flame,
The crimson blood shining when lips are yielded,
The last gift, and the fingers that would shield it --
All go to earth, go back into the game.
And you, great soul, is there yet hope in you
To find some dream without the lying hue
That gold or wave offers to fleshly eyes?
Will you be singing still when you're thin air?
All perishes. A thing of flesh and pore
Am I. Divine impatience also dies.
Lean immortality, all crepe and gold,
Laurelled consoler frightening to behold,
Death is a womb, a mother's breast, you feign
The fine illusion, oh the pious trick!
Who does not know them, and is not made sick
That empty skull, that everlasting grin?
Ancestors deep down there, O derelict heads
Whom such a weight of spaded earth o'erspreads,
Who are the earth, in whom our steps are lost,
The real fle
Being Dazy pt2
Bailey Longcloth enters the med den heading for Ioh's bed. She check brain function and vitals all seeming to be unchanged from the morning. "Bro, you've got a lot of people worried about you." she'd stare down at her brother watching him appearing to be asleep
Bianca Bender comes up the stairs she'd see Ravi but heads straight into the Med Den, knowing Elise is following.
Ravenne Karu glances over and mewls to the two.
Bianca Bender blinks stopping inside the door...going forward..."Dazy...." sound suncertain...something..the build...the scent under the pink dye..isn't right...
Elise Capalini follows Bianca into the med den. That pink isn't right...and neither is that scent... "What the fuck is going on?" she growls.
Bailey Longcloth turns hearing her name, "O hai" she'd smile to both Bianca and Elise . She shrugs, "What do you mean? I know I haven't been around much but.."
Bianca Bender seconds Elise's growl...her's more confused..but relief as well...."Bails!" frowns when she says that...and looks at Elise....and back to Bails..."Cut it out...what the hell's going on..."
Bailey Longcloth rolls her eyes, "Not you too Bianca, I'm Dazy, -not- Bails"
Elise Capalini only stares, feeling like she's in a nightmare.
Bianca Bender would take a few steps forward...and reaches out fingering the very identafiable necklace around your neck unless you step back...she'd look up either way...gritting between her teeth..."Try...Again."
Bailey Longcloth steps back a bit before Bianca can grab the collar, "Yeah, it's Bails' I sent her home. She'd left it here when she woke up. I fixed the clasp and put it on so I didn't lose it" she'd shake her head at the stitcher, everyone had to be delusional
Bailey Longcloth stares back at Bianca, "Fine I'll do it but I checked him this morning and he's fine" she'd go over to the sink washing her hands before putting on gloves. She'd take a syringe out of the cabinet before turning to the med cabinet. She'd take her key out and unlock it taking the anticoagulant down, measuring the dosage and turning back to inject it into Ioh's IV
Elise Capalini shoves her PDA away, watching the Dazy-Bails with the drugs. Did Bianca trust her to actually do that? Shit....shit...shit. "Bianca, i want her strapped to the other bed. This isn't--right."
Ravenne Karu steps just inside still holding her PDA. She opens her mouth, then closes it, waiting for a moment.
Elise Capalini snarls as the doors open, but quiets when she sees Ravi. "Ravi--do you have intel on Dazy?"
Bianca Bender frowns...watching Bails follow her orders...and would stride forward reaching for Bails hand before she can inject the drugs into the IV, "Damn you...." pulls the hand back...."You should know that's to much..you'll turn his blood into water..." mrowls and looks over at Elise but nods, "See if you can find the other restraints in the work room." seeing as Ioh is already strapped down..why not make it a family affair.
Bailey Longcloth hears her name, "I'm standing right here!" she'd growl at no one believing she was who she said she was
Ravenne Karu shakes her head and murmurs quietly "No.. I was wonderinf if there was anything I could do... though.." she steps in closer and whispers to Elise, glancing over to the pink haired one.
Eamon Cale turns toward the warm feathered weight on his shoulder, and murmurs soft Gaelic to her. Lenore murrs and nibbles at his wild black hair, then she spreads her wings and launches into the gloom, winging her swift way to the top of the building before him, to wait. The priest watches her go, then he raps on the med den doors with the head of his cane.
Bailey Longcloth growls hearing the mention of restraints as Bianca grabs the syringe, "You are -not- restraining me! You know..." she'd begin to tense as if she was gonna run right past them all
Elise Capalini moves toward the work room, talking to Ravi as she goes. "You're a ghost--what's the first step? We gather intel. Dazy's last known location...search in and around the den for any evidence--is this tied to the bombings or is this something else?" She roots through lockers and finds restraints, her eye narrowing.
Bianca Bender would make a quick decision...she'd let the syring fall and would make a grab for Bails arm twisting it up and into her back..."No you don't." she'd felt the girls need to sprint.
Bailey Longcloth growls and tries to pull away from Bianca, "You can't... you wouldn't do this to me" she'd twist her head to look at Bianca, the fear and terror in her eyes plainly obvious
Ravenne Karu turns suddenly as there's a rap on the door. She steps forward to open it, then hears a commotion behind, turning back before she saw who was on the other side, having unlocked the door but not opened it
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