“I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled
The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed:
My only star is dead, - and my constellated lute
Bears the Black Sun of Melancholia.
In the night of the Tomb, You who comforted me,
Give me back Mount Posillipo and the Italian sea,
The flower that my afflicted heart liked so much
And the trellised vineyard where the grapevine unites with the rose.
Am I Amor or Phoebus ?… Lusignan or Biron ?
My forehead is still red from the Queen’s kiss;
I dreamt of the Cave where the mermaid swims…
Twice victorious I crossed Acheron:
Taking turn to play the Orpheus’ lyre
The sighs of the Saint and the Fairy’s screams.”
―
Gérard de Nerval,
Les Chimères