Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.
By John Strong Newberry, trans.
From Poems by Paul Fort
Translated from the French
ONE does not need to credit death. The human heart to rest is fain. Oer sleeping fields the evenings breath dreams, and I hear eternity chime in the bending ears of grain.
Hark!an angelus dies in heavens blue height. Be comforted. Hours pass away. Hushed is the belfry? God doth wake. The nightingale salutes the day hid in the turrets rose-tree brake, and in its turn will mourn the night.
Hark!once again the hour doth swell. But the bells already fast asleep. Eternity is chiming deep, borne by the sweet, tormented breath of zephyr and of Philomel.