We have ascended to this paradise,
Make-believe angels hurrying to our choirs.
Imagination is our Sunday vice;
We are alone, alone with our desires.
We are enchanted by the sound of rain;
Darkness, half-light, and light combine and blur.
This is the national treasury of Cockaigne,
Of which we are the keepers, as it were.
Time is our Midas. We are of his line;
His touch descends to us on either side—
That golden touch. One gesture will refine
This dust into such realms as dust would hide.
These beads are pearls disguised as imitations.
This broken chair, my dear? It is a throne
From which you may survey the lesser nations,
Those lands that cannot claim you as their own.
This box contains the music of the spheres;
Its Swiss machinery records the stars.
Ever the listener given to fancy hears
The strings of Venus and the drum of Mars.
Time and Imagination—what are they?
They are, my dear, the pseudonyms of Change,
The smooth, indifferent author of our play,
Master of both the common and the strange.
My sister, it is autumn in Cockaigne,
And we are weary, for we’ve come so far
—Too far to be enchanted by the rain.
We are alone, alone with what we are.
(Henri Coulette)
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