hérodiade

I feel alone in my monotonous fatherland
(the rare transparence of a heart that dreamed as much),
while everything lives in idolatry beyond
as a mirror reflecting in its depths serene…
Herodias with her clear gaze of diamond…
O final charm, O yes! I am alone, I know.

Stéphane Mallarmé

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