Poèmes et poésies par Kliban

Je n'aime pas tout Keats, loin s'en faut. Mais son Hyperion halluciné vaut le détour où le poète s'en vient rencontrer Mnemosynè et les Ttans déchus.

Extrait, je ne sais faire mieux :

"Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;
Forest on forest hung about his head
Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more
By reason of his fallen divinity
Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her reeds
Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips."