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November Song: The Crow
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November Song : The Crow
Lyrics by ‘Laure’ Colette Peignot
It was in the forest, The silence and the secret
Of a many-rayed star. Far off, at the edge of the woods
On the path, That low trees
Cover in an arch,
A child passed
Lost. Frightened, astonished to see me
As I saw him, Encased in a sphere of snowflakes
Whirlwinds approached us, As though to deceive us.
A violet inactive sun And the faint light of a storm
Froze us in terror.
The fairies and ogres disputing our shared anguish
Wanted lighting to uproot a large tree. Not far from there,
Which opened, Like a stomach.
I wailed. The child, bare legs streaked with cold
And very real cowl Reopened his eyes
At the sight of me, he ran away.
Giving up on following him
Picking a strange destiny out of the rut, very logical all in all
I turned around and went back “as though nothing had happened”
but I felt at my shoulder, that heavy discreet rustle
of a black-winged bird and examining it with pleasure
I wanted it to accompany me everywhere and
Always precede me
Like a herald his knight.
More and more lost, Stumbling against rocks
Slipping on dead leaves, Sinking into the mud of a pond
I came upon an abandoned house,
A well of moss and verdigris
A smashed-in doorway...
I entered.
The flowered and moldy wallpaper, Undulated in waves
Toward a rotten floorboard A gaping fireplace
Displayed the still intact vestiges of an extinguished fire
Ashes, bones charred by ash and birch
I pushed open the doors without hinges
Whose fall terrified me... I opened windows without panes
As though I needed air.
Finally…
I climbed a implausible staircase
The walls, covered in strange runes... Never seen
Laid my life bare. With my name written out
...and associated with crimes:
“What right did they have? The right of the poor.”
In this filthy attic, The bird came back to me
With its cry, To thrash the living
With its beak, To dismember the dead
The dark shadow cast over me, Seemed to elect a prey
The night found me
strangled deep in the woods
It enveloped me in a halo of moon
And rocked me in mist. A white, shifting, icy mist:
“I know your star, go follow it
This nameless being Renounced in turn
By night and day. Can do nothing against you
Believe me... When tomorrow at dawn
Your head is thrown
Into the basket of the guillotined
Remember
Murderer,
That you alone
Have drunk
‘all the milk of human kindness’ from my breast.”
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