The Monday Poem: To Himself (A soi-même)
This week’s poem is Pierre-Jean Jouve’s To Himself.
To Himself (A soi-même)
Write now for the sky
Write for the arc of the sky
And may no black lead letter
Veil your literature
Write for the scent and the breeze
Write for the silvery leaves
May no human ugliness
Find sight consciousness breath.
Write for the god and the fire
Write for love of place, desire
That nothing of Man’s contained
In the void chilled by a flame.