No More Learning

Love grieves me for that same name, this hour,

Near Vendome, on the banks of Loir,

Like a Phoenix born again from my pain.

Note: Cassandra of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love. Ilium is Troy, and the Xanthus is one of its two rivers, the Scamander. The Loir is a tributary of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois. The Phoenix was the mythical bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.

Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII

Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness

Pitch camp in every part of my heart:

Neither, in war, can take the victor's part,

Equal in fortitude and forcefulness.

Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise deliverance to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.

Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being languish in the dark?

Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and exhausted by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?

Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIV

I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,

Fixed to the wheel or down there in the lake,

And press that beauty naked in my embrace,

That's equal to the angels' there above us.

If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's suffering would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.

To see or to touch the curve of her breast

Would lift my lover's fate above the rest,

Raising me on high like an Asian prince.

I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.

Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades, Tantalus by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again. Ambrosia was the food of the gods.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her rippling curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.

What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus employed!

Or with a cap on her head she is Adonis,

And no one knows if she's a girl or boy,

So sweetly her beauty hides in both disguises.

Note: Venus loved Adonis. The styles are taken from Classical art.

Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty, murderess of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.

The fresh blood that would set you on fire

Has failed to melt your icy nature,

Savage, cruel, liking nothing better,

Than suitor-less icily to retire.

Oh, learn to live, so fierce in your cruelty:

Don't keep it all for Dis, your sweet beauty,

We have to capture a little joy in loving.

We must deceive him softly, sweetly, Death:

Since down there, below, under the earth,

The body's no more than ash, void of feeling.

Note: Dis is also Pluto, the god of the underworld.

Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.

For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.

Note: Selene, the Moon, loved Endymion on Mount Latmos, while he slept.

Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.

Note: Juno, the great Goddess, was sister and wife of Jupiter. Tereus was the King of Thrace who raped his sister-in-law Philomela: she was changed into a nightingale.