Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
Depth of basalt and lavas
By even the enslaved echoes
Of a trumpet without power
What shipwreck (you
Know it, slobbering there, foam)
Among hulks the supreme one
Flattened the naked mast too
Or that which, furious mistake
Of some noble ill-fate
All the vain abyss spread wide
In the so-white hair's trailing
Would have drowned miser-like
The childish flank of some Siren.
Depth of basalt and lavas
By even the enslaved echoes
Of a trumpet without power
What shipwreck (you
Know it, slobbering there, foam)
Among hulks the supreme one
Flattened the naked mast too
Or that which, furious mistake
Of some noble ill-fate
All the vain abyss spread wide
In the so-white hair's trailing
Would have drowned miser-like
The childish flank of some Siren.
Mallarme - Poems
