"VINTAGE
TO GEORGES RALL

All that sings in the head
when memory fades away
listen, it's the blood that celebrates...
O discreet and distant music!

Listen! The blood weeps, it is he,
as soon as the soul has fled,
with a voice hitherto unheard
and which will soon return mute.

Brother to the blood of the pink vine,
brother to the wine of the black vein,
o wine, o blood, oh apotheosis!

Song and weeping! Drive away memory
and the soul, and at the edge of darkness
magnetize the poor vertebrae."

Poet • France • 19th century

• music
• brother
• Memory

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