Dodane tagi: #religion
Poet’s last plea
They may say now she was a witch
And she deserved pyre she got;
But one cannot bewitch a soul
Without a spell and she knew none.
I am the one who would know best,
Being her friend, the man of hers,
And nowadays, because of them,
I have no place to put my head,
Without a wife I stride alone.
Where is your spirit, my lovely one?
Did you go through Purgatory?
Though you have always seemed to me
So pure, as innocent as a child -
Now, that your soul flies above us,
You’ll recognize my feelings towards
Your person and, hopefully,
Won’t let me cry the salty tears
I have in eyes.
"Who is that man beside the trestle, with a black doublet and a pale face? Alas! my dear reader, it is Pierre Gringoire and his prologue.
We have all forgotten him completely. This is precisely what he feared.”
~Victor Hugo, Notre Dame de Paris
Don’t try to implicate me in this, Hugo! I never forget Gringoire!