Sublimation — Léna Jasmine Ziti
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
Transcendant est l'amour du poète,
Pour art qui sans cesse rime avec fête.
Art exalté qu'il ne fait qu'observer;
Art tant aimé qu'il ne vivra jamais.
Poète dont les mains n'ont jamais touché,
Les courbes chaudes d'un corps embrasé,
Transforme son désir en art des cieux,
En belles lettres, caressées par ses yeux.
L'attrait de la chair, tel un esprit malin,
D'une main douce et sensuelle, le tient.
Vicieuse passion qu'il a fait pureté,
N'a su résister à la tentation du toucher?
(English Translation)
Transcendent is the poet’s love,
For art that rhymes with joy above.
An exalted art he only observes;
An art so loved, it’s more than he deserves.
The poet, whose hands have never known,
The burning curves of flesh and bone,
Transmutes his lust to heavenly grace,
In letters fair, his eyes embrace.
The lure of flesh, like a wicked sprite,
Grips him with a hand both soft and light.
A vicious passion he once made pure,
Could not the temptation of touch endure.
Léna Jasmine Ziti is a French student and aspiring diplomat whose world is built on the pillars of verse and history. After falling in love with poetry through Dead Poets Society six years ago, she has dedicated herself to make "sucking the marrow out of life" her philosophy. When she isn't studying global affairs, she is immersing herself in 19th-century Gothic tales, Greek myths and the sweeping drama of artistic French Romanticism. Find her on Instagram and TikTok @l.j.z.063, Substack @thedeadpoet1, and Letterboxd @ljz678!
