What! Everything is sentient!
Man, free thinker! do you believe that you alone
think in this world where life bursts forth in everything?
Your freedom has power to use strength you possess,
but the universe is absent from all your councils.
In the beast respect an active soul:
every flower is a soul unfolded to Nature;
in metal sleeps a mystery of love;
,,Everything is sentient!’’ And everything has power over your being.
Fear a glance watching you in the blind wall:
a Word is connected even with matter. …
Do not make it serve some impious purpose!
Often in the dark being dwells a hidden God;
and, like an eye born covered by its lids,
a pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Gérard de Nerval
Why is a heart
attached to cherry blossoms
still in this body
which, I thought,
had forsaken the world?
Sunset on the sea:
The voices of the ducks
Are faintly white…
The sun grows steadily from its watered root
by reason of the ambrosia poured from her moon-bowl by Night
as by a gardener girl desiring a new garden,
in fact, the world.
As it grows from out its trench,
the Eastern Mountain’s ring of peaks,
red as fresh coral, may it bring you joy,
this first sprout of the tree of day.
The world of the waking is one and shared,
but the sleeping turn aside each into his private world.
Most beautiful of things I leave is sunlight,
then come glazing stars and the moon’s face,
then ripe cucumbers and apples and pears…