I Love Beautiful Writing

1. (From: Fetes de la Patience)

Idle Youth

By all things enslaved

Through sensitivity

I’ve wasted my days.

Ah! Let the moment come

When hearts love as one.

I told myself: wait

And let no one see:

And without the promise

Of true ecstasy.

Let nothing delay

This hiding away.

I’ve been patient so long

I’ve forgotten even

The terror and suffering

Flown up to heaven,

A sick thirst again

Darkens my veins.

So the meadow

Freed by neglect,

Flowered, overgrown

With weeds and incense,

To the buzzing nearby

Of a hundred foul flies.

Ah! Thousand widowhoods

Of a soul so poor

It bears only the image

Of our Lady before!

Does one then pray

To the Virgin today?

Idle Youth

By all things enslaved

Through sensitivity

I’ve wasted my days.

Ah! Let the moment come

When hearts love as one.