Beyond the cloudy cribs of setting Night
Beyond the other Aethiopians
Where the starlight fails to pierce the haze
It stands
This silent grove
And beneath a gloomy grotto lined by hollow crags
Down it goes into a deeply quiet mountain
Where Nature placed the hallways of indolent Sleep
Quiet and Oblivion watch over the threshold
So too lazy Sloth
With an ever-drowsy face
Leisure and Silence
Their feathers pressed together
Sit at the forecourt
Wordlessly
Repelling grim winds from the cliff peaks
Forbidding branches to creak and choking murmurs from
The heights
No crash of the sea no crash of the sky
Yet the shores still shout for something
And a river flows
Right next to the den
Currents fleeing in deep vales
And among all those rocks and crags is deep
Silence
Murky silence
And black cattle laze around
And every single sheep is slouching on the soil
New sprouts wither
A breath of life that orbits the earth hovers
Over the herbage
Burning Vulcan carved a thousand figures of Sleep
This one’s of Pleasure
Wearing a garland
Sticking hotly to his side
And Toil with whom he spends the lonely nights
Turning to repose
Bacchus
Mars-born Love
They both share his sofa at one time or another
And at the heart of the house
He lies down with Death
Artaud’s theatre of cruelty seen by no one
So much for imagery
But the god
In the flesh
Sprawls himself out beneath clammy grottos
On carpets thick with sleep-seducing flowers
His coverlets breathe out
Warm with his body
And above the couch a black vapour flies
Out from his drooling mouth
One hand holds back hair spread over his temples
The other
Possessed by oblivion
Drops the drinking-horn
Wandering Dreams of innumerable faces
Are present in his halls
This alchemy of truth and lies
And the shady gang of Night stick to beams and posts
Or lie on the ground in heaps
Faint is the lustre that encircles the courtyard
And dim lights that encourage the first-fruits of slumber
Breathe out among the faltering flames
Now here comes the variegated virgin
Quitting herself from the dark blue æther
For her the forests shine
The valleys laugh
The house thronged by her glowing girdles
Looks out
But Sleep wasn’t struck by her light
Voice
Sound
And so he lay
Just as always
Until Iris descended deep in his eyes
With every gleam of her radiance
So spoke the golden author of storm-clouds
Juno orders you
Sleep
Most mild of the gods
To stop the Theban army in their tracks
Their savage leaders
And all their heads swollen with self-reflexive
Boasts
Ever since the war began
They watch the rampart
Every hour every day
Always the hours they refuse your jurisdiction
So do as I say
Rare is the chance to please Jupiter and Juno
She spoke
And banging on his chest so that her words not perish
Again and again she lectured him
Ever-nodding Sleep
Nodded to the goddess
Iris went off weighed
Down by the world of all those black caverns
Rekindled the radiance that was sapped by the mist
Sleep incites his winged step and temples
Fills his swelling cloak with the cold of the dark sky
And on a silent course through the æther he hastens
So heavy he hangs over Theban ploughlands
His breath lays down birds and flocks and beasts
And wherever he flies over in all the known world
Seas slide languidly down from the crags
Clouds stick lazily upon the skies
Peaks sink down from the heights of the forests
And stars fall in heaps from the expanse of heaven
The field first felt the presence of the god
All the voices of men
Softened their sound
And when he gloomed over with dampening wings
Never was his pitch-black shadow ever denser
He’s entering the camp
Eyes go astray
Necks are loosened
Words left unfinished in the middle of their breath
Shining shields and savage weapons tumble from hands
And tired faces fall onto their chests
Now everything’s quiet
Flocks droop to the ground
Exeunt fires
All of a sudden
All there’s left is ash
stat super occiduae nebulosa cubilia Noctis
Aethiopasque alios, nulli penetrabilis astro,
lucus iners, subterque cauis graue rupibus antrum
it uacuum in montem, qua desidis atria Somni
securumque larem segnis Natura locauit.
limen opaca Quies et pigra Obliuio seruant
et numquam uigili torpens Ignauia uultu.
Otia uestibulo pressisque Silentia pennis
muta sedent abiguntque truces a culmine uentos
et ramos errare uetant et murmura demunt
alitibus. non hic pelagi, licet omnia clament
litora, non ullus caeli fragor; ipse profundis
uallibus effugiens speluncae proximus amnis
saxa inter scopulosque tacet: nigrantia circum
armenta omne solo recubat pecus, et noua marcent
germina, terrarumque inclinat spiritus herbas.
mille intus simulacra dei caelauerat ardens
Mulciber: hic haeret lateri redimita Voluptas,
hic comes in requiem uergens Labor, est ubi Baccho,
est ubi Martigenae socium puluinar Amori
obtinet. interius tecti in penetralibus altis
et cum Morte iacet, nullique ea tristis imago
cernitur. hae species. ipse autem umentia subter
antra soporifero stipatos flore tapetas
incubat; exhalant uestes et corpore pigro
strata calent, supraque torum niger efflat anhelo
ore uapor; manus haec fusos a tempore laeuo
sustentat crines, haec cornu oblita remisit.
adsunt innumero circum uaga Somnia uultu,
uera simul falsis permixtaque †flumina flammis†
Noctis opaca cohors, trabibusque ac postibus haerent,
aut tellure iacent. tenuis, qui circuit aulam,
inualidusque nitor, primosque hortantia somnos
languida succiduis expirant lumina flammis.
huc se caeruleo librauit ab aethere uirgo
discolor: effulgent siluae, tenebrosaque tempe
arrisere deae, et zonis lucentibus icta
euigilat domus; ipse autem nec lampade clara
nec sonitu nec uoce deae perculsus eodem
more iacet, donec radios Thaumantias omnes
impulit inque oculos penitus descendit inertes.
tunc sic orsa loqui nimborum fulua creatrix:
‘Sidonios te Iuno duces, mitissime diuum
Somne, iubet populumque trucis defigere Cadmi,
qui nunc euentu belli tumefactus Achaeum
peruigil adseruat uallum et tua iura recusat.
da precibus tantis; rara est hoc posse facultas
placatumque Iouem dextra Iunone mereri.’
dixit, et increpitans languentia pectora dextra,
ne pereant uoces, iterumque iterumque monebat.
ille deae iussis uultu, quo nutat, eodem
adnuit; excedit grauior nigrantibus antris
Iris et obtusum multo iubar excitat imbri.
ipse quoque et uolucrem gressum et uentosa citauit
tempora, et obscuri sinuatam frigore caeli
impleuit chlamydem, tacitoque per aethera cursu
fertur et Aoniis longe grauis inminet aruis.
illius aura solo uolucres pecudesque ferasque
explicat, et penitus, quemcumque superuolat orbem,
languida de scopulis sidunt freta, pigrius haerent
nubila, demittunt extrema cacumina siluae,
pluraque laxato ceciderunt sidera caelo.
primus adesse deum subita caligine sensit
campus, et innumerae uoces fremitusque uirorum
summisere sonum; cum uero umentibus alis
incubuit piceaque haud umquam densior umbra
castra subit, errare oculi resolutaque colla,
et medio adfatu uerba imperfecta relinqui.
mox et fulgentes clipeos et saeua remittunt
pila manu, lassique cadunt in pectora uultus.
et iam cuncta silent: ipsi iam stare recusant
cornipedes, ipsos subitus cinis abstulit ignes.