often the music takes me away like the sea. Under
once in a mist or vast ether
sail I put my pale star.
Swollen lungs and chest forward as sailing
Furrow crossed the crest of the waves
That night I hide;
vibrate in me I feel all the passions of a
vessel that pain, the mighty wind,
the storm and its convulsive movements
immense chasm rocks me
Other valves, flat calm,
large mirror of my despair (*)
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(*) As in "De profundis exclaims, "here is the attribution of a sense of mind to an atmospheric phenomenon. In this case the "calm" there is despair. In the other poem cited above, such a thing was attributed to an entire landscape is more or less the Arctic, although one of "chaos" was more an abstraction of a landscape rather than something real and tangible. Indeed, the desperation is a tangible feeling, while Chaos is still a conceptualization.
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