Spiritist Poetry
(A phenomenon – Fable)
Through one of those tranquil Spring nights,
So many spots in the skies, bright and shiny,
Some good bourgeoises in the city
Talked slow and calmly
About the space walkways.
Each one took turn, looking from
the ground up to the celestial dome,
And, no doubt, you will think that the theme
Of the talk was the eternity and infinity
Of the power that submits all those bodies to harmony!
No, their conversation took a different turn,
They talked about the highs and lows of the market,
One subject only, prices and harvests,
Fed their souls, when one of them stopped and said,
As if shaken by a sudden thought:
“
What is that? Is it possible? A shooting-star!It moves up… then down!”
Then, rubbing the eyes: “
What Am
I saying, a star? My word, it is a prodigy,Unless I am dreaming, it grows,One, two, three, even four starsMoving and dancing quietly; A strange mystery that gives the nightPleasure to embrace them all!”
The mind of the bourgeoise hopelessly
Follow the phases of the phenomenon,
Trying to explain it, concentrated, quietly.
It must all be fortuitous!
They move on; their heads touched by the strings
Of some kites sustained in flight,
Ornated by a vacillating light,
Floating on a renovating draught;
The boys, authors of such a wonderful act,
Smiled, only two steps away.
What did they say,
After the double surprise,
After such a great delight?
That all the fire in the distance
Is just an artifice, a silly piece
To stun innocence.
Therefore, if the beautiful lights of the vista
Paint the night in mysterious colors;
If the fire of a sudden meteor
Shines behind the darkness of the firmament;
If the lively sparks of a shooting-star
Plow the fields in space,
Those good bourgeoise go everywhere,
Hands in the air, astonished faces,
Looking for the hidden filaments!
Truth always has its counterpart:
It is up to us to keep them apart,
To separate the true from the mistake.
Skepticism desperately shouts: Deceit!
Before the facts, subjected to the eternal fate.
To rightfully judge cause and effect,
The skeptical has two things misplaced:
A little bit of modesty and good faith!
C.Dombre, from Marmande
