miércoles, 17 de septiembre de 2014

Stéphane Mallarmé

 One Toss of the Dice Never Will Abolish Chance (1897)

[Translated by Christopher Mulrooney]


ONE TOSS OF THE DICE
NEVER
NOT EVEN WHEN CAST IN ETERNAL
CIRCUMSTANCES
FROM THE DEPTHS OF A SHIPWRECK

WHETHER the
Abyss
whitened
becalmed
furious
under an inclination
   glides desperately

with wing
its own
in advance refallen with a difficulty in setting up flight
and covering the outpourings
cutting utterly the leaps
very interiorly resumes
the shade buried in the deep by that alternative sail
as to adapt 
to its wingspan
its gaping depth as the hull
of a vessel
tilted to one or the other side
THE MASTERoutside old calculations where the maneuver with age forgotten
arisen
   inferringlong ago he grasped the helm
of that conflagration at his feet of the unanimous horizon
there is preparing stirring and mixing in the fist that might clutch it as one menaces a destiny and the winds
   the unique Number which cannot be another
Spirit to hurl it in the tempest refolding the division and passing proud
hesitates
a corpse by the arm set apart from the secret it keeps
rather
than to play
like a hoary maniac
the game
in the name of waves
one invades the chief flows like a submissive beard
shipwreck that direct from man
sans ship
no matter
where vain
ancestrally to not open the hand clenched beyond the useless head
legacy in the disappearance
to someone ambiguous
the last immemorial demon
having from null regions induced
the old man towards this supreme conjunction with probability
he his puerile shade
caressed and polished and rendered and laved
made supple by the wave and abstracted from the hard bones lost between the planks
born of a gambol
the sea with the grandfather tempting or the grandfather against the sea an idle chance
Betrothal
whose
veil of illusion gushed their phobia like the phantom of a gesture
will totter
will fall
madnessWILL ABOLISH
AS IF
an insinuation simple
in silence rolled with irony
or
the mystery
precipitated
howled
in some nearby whirlpool of hilarity or horror
flutters around the gulf
without strewing it
nor fleeing
and cradles the virgin index
AS IF
plume solitary distraught


save that encounters or skims it a midnight cap
and immobilizes
in velvet crumpled by a guffaw somber
that rigid whiteness
derisory
in opposition to the sky
too much
for not marking

exiguously

whosoever
bitter prince of the reef
puts it on like the heroic
irresistible but contained

by his little reason virile

in lightning
concerned
expiatory and pubescent
mutelaughter
that
IF

The lucid and seigniorial aigrette of vertigo

with invisible brow

scintillates

then shadows

a stature dainty tenebrous erect

in its siren torsion

time
to slap
with impatient scales ultimate bifurcated
a rock
false manor
right away

evaporated in mists
that imposed
a limit on infinity
IT WAS
stellar issue
NUMBER
EXISTED HE otherwise than scattered hallucination of agony
COMMENCED HE AND CEASED HE upwelling but denied and closed when apparent
at last
by some profusion widespread in rarity
CIPHERED HE
evidence of the sum if only one
ILLUMINATED HE
IT WOULD BE
worse
no
more nor less
indifferently but as muchCHANCE

Falls
the plume

rhythmic suspense of the sinister

to bury itself

in original foams

not long ago whence sprang up its delirium to a peak

withered

by the identical neutrality of the gulf


NOTHING

of the memorable crisis when might the event have been accomplished in view of every result null human
WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE
an ordinary elevation pours absence
BUT THE PLACE
inferior lapping whatsoever as if to disperse the act void
abruptly which if not
by its falsehood
might have founded
perdition
in those regions
of the wave
in which all reality dissolves
EXCEPT at the altitude PERHAPS as far as a place fuses with beyond
apart from the interest
as to it signaled
in general
according to such obliquity by such declivity
of fires
toward
this must be
the Septentrion also North
A CONSTELLATION
cold from forgetting and desuetude
not so much
that it does not enumerate
on some surface vacant and superior
the successive clash
sidereally
of a total count in formation
watching
doubting
rolling
shining and meditating
before stopping
at some last point that consecrates it
Every Thought sends forth one Toss of the Dice