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Drive Shards Of Glass

Updated on February 15, 2014

Just to get you into the mood

Just to get you into the mood, I have inserted an aria, ‘Source délicieuse’ from ‘Polyeucte’ an opera by Charles Gounod. It certainly gets me into the mood, and I have difficulty listening to this amazingly beautiful version of it, by the renowned Tenor, Roberto Alagna.

The opera, ‘Polyeucte’ is based on a tragedy by Pierre Corneille. It deals with an Armenian lord, a Roman who converts to Christianity and becomes a martyr. In this aria the hero, Polyeucte is filled with thoughts if divine love. The world no longer means anything to the condemned man, especially as he knows his wife, Pauline, loves another.

No. this is not a hub about lost love, neither does it describe betrayed love. It is something deeper, and more visceral.

I will not insult your intelligence by telling you what it as all about. As I have already stated:

“A summary is not needed for this poem (or any poem, for that matter), as it should be obvious, to even the meanest mind, what is the burden of its message. The whole point of poetry, whether good or bad, rests on that premise.

I leave it to you to make up your mind.

Roberto Alagna sings ‘Source délicieuse’ from ‘Polyeucte’ by Charles Gounod

Source délicieuse - in French - adapted from the original by Corneille

Source délicieuse en miseres feconde

Que voulez-vous de moi, flatteuses voluptés ?

Honteux attachements de la chair en du monde’

Que ne me quittez-vous

Quand je vous ai quittés

Monde, pour moi, tu n’es plus rien !

Le ciel a remplacé Pauline !

Je porte en un cœur tout chrétien

Une flamme toute divine !

Saintes douceurs du ciel, adorables idées,

Vous remplissez un cœur

qui vous peut recevoir !

De nos divins attraits les âmes possèdees

Ne conçoivent plus rien

qui les puisse émouvoir !......

Monde, pour moi, tu n’es plus rien ! etc.

'Source délicieuse' - English translation

You delicious spring teaming with miseries

What do you want with me, seductive pleasures of the senses?

Shameful addiction to the flesh and the world

Why w I yea not leave me alone,

when I have renounced you?

World, you are no longer anything to me!

For me, Heaven has replaced Pauline!

In a totally Christian heart I carry

a flame all-divine!

Holy delights of heaven, adorable thoughts,

you flood into a heart

which is prepared to receive you!

Souls possessed by your divine charms

can no longer conceive of anything else

which might excite them...

World, you are no edger anything to me! etc.

Source

Drive shards of glass in these, my ears.


Drive shards of glass in these, my ears, that I may hear no more;

The last words that they heard were his; I’ll not hear them again.

Pierce these drums that no sound may fall where honey fell before;

No sweeter sounds there were to me than when he spoke my name.


Tear my tongue from this, my mouth, that I may speak no more;

The last name that I called was his; I’ll not require it now.

Remove my throat, my windpipe, lungs. The person I adore

Hears not at all my breath, my voice, my whispered heartfelt vow.


Wrench my heart from out my chest; rend viscera and bone;

Remove the beating organ there; protesting useless part.

O futile vessel, I had charged you with this task alone,

Of capturing his errant soul to bind to you, my heart.


And if you will, pluck out my eyes, that they may see no more.

He sparkled once before those orbs, in shadow, light and shade,

Yet you, perfidious agents, could not those visions store;

As in a magic lantern show those images are replayed.


And cut at these, my hands, I hold, towards you, empty, bare;

My fingers and my palms; no friends of mine, so sever

Them; traitorous hands that never felt, or held a single hair

Unfulfilled appendages that never touched him. Never


But keep, please keep, this mind of mine, in which I’d dare preserve

My memories, my artefacts, my pictures, scents and sounds.

I’ll wrap myself in thoughts of him; and in that way conserve

My aspirations and desires with which this mind abounds.


I have no need of eyes; of hands; of tongue; of soul; of heart.

O surly ones. O traitors all. How you betrayed my trust.

But just take heed, as you depart, you who sold me short,

If memory of him should fade and die… then die also, I must.

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      Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thank you, prettynutjob. I read it before I replied to you, and for some reason the tears are falling.

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      Mary 5 years ago from From the land of Chocolate Chips,and all other things sweet.

      Everything you write seems to have so much emotion in it great hubs.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thanks for you visit and your comments, my friend. I'm glad you liked it AND appreciated it for what it is worth.

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      Sunnie Day 6 years ago

      "And if you will, pluck out my eyes, that they may see no more.

      He sparkled once before those orbs, in shadow, light and shade,

      Yet you, perfidious agents, could not those visions store;

      As in a magic lantern show those images are replayed."

      Ian very heartfelt and deep..these were my favorite lines. I guess once someone has seen love, the vision of someone they have lost,the mind forever remembers and see's the past hurts..

      Thank you,

      Sunnie

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Ben, if you knew what those comments mean to me, you might just be amazed. Thank you so very, very much.

      I had better be very careful, in future, to put only my best work on here... I want to be closer to perfection.

      Thank you again for reading what you have. You are welcome any day.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      You are truly one of the finest poets I have come across so far.

      You have such mastery over words and syllables. The flow, and the subtle rhyming is perfect, and wonderful.

      Powerful emotions are felt through this...

      and TECHNICALLY speaking, this is near perfection. I really enjoyed it. :]

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      A peach without a stone; a woman without a heart; a facade and very little else; all that's best in the British Class System.

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      Candie V 6 years ago from Whereever there's wolves!! And Bikers!! Cummon Flash, We need an adventure!

      I'm more nouveau broke. I thank her for her hospitality, however, if someone else needs the room to take it! She's a peach!

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      She sends her regards and wants you to know that there will be accommodation for you when you are ready for it. Just let her know your bank details and whether you are "old money" or nouveau riche. If the latter, you had better have a lot of it or it just won't do.

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      Candie V 6 years ago from Whereever there's wolves!! And Bikers!! Cummon Flash, We need an adventure!

      It's all good! Sometimes opening the wounds is the only way they can heal.. I'm glad you published this!

      Hey! How's Hilda these days?

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I hoped you'd like it Candie. Although I wrote it about three years ago, I read your beautiful letter to Greg and felt that this would fit in with your mood. I hope it didn't break open too many wounds, but what more can I say.

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      Candie V 6 years ago from Whereever there's wolves!! And Bikers!! Cummon Flash, We need an adventure!

      Well! And.. Wow! You have found the heart of pain here - both in your amazing piece and the response it's drawing out. You did this incredible piece and I'm feeling it all the way to my socks! You're incredible! Thank you!

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      God knows, Kevin, you are a wonderful person. It is an honour and a privilege to know you.

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      KKalmes 6 years ago from Chicago, Illinois

      Hello gothicpoet,

      Someone has certainly hurt you deeply and your response here shows deep scars and pain... the poet here has shared his deepest pain and heartache with us and it has raked open some of your wounds.

      He is of course, not the poet of your pain and your remarks are not meant for him, but if we could share them with your betrayer we would do so in a minute if it would help relieve the burden of some of your pain.

      I have been through the compulsive love of a betrayer in my life and self-destruction is not the answer... be strong and be brave... save your heart for one who deserves it!

      Twilight has many years of heartache beyond ours and he would help any way he can to lend an ear if you feel it would be comforting.

      Please take care... Kevin

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      How lovely. What a superb comment, Kevin. I am, as they say, on a roll. I loved writing this poem, and your kind responses have spurred me on to catch up the slack.

      Are you sitting comfortably? (Remember; I was a teacher) then I shall begin.

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      KKalmes 6 years ago from Chicago, Illinois

      Hello Ian my friend my bard, the way to survive betrayal is not to assault thyself, best...

      "Wrench his heart from out his chest; rend viscera and bone"

      The cad deserveth nothing kind, my retaliation renders him dethroned.

      I love it and am stronger for knowing its author!

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      N.E. Wright 6 years ago from Bronx, NY

      Beautiful and sad.

      Thanks for sharing.

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      gothicpoet 6 years ago

      yup betrayed is most certainly true...thank you for sharing insight with me that you moved on from your love and that you never meant a word of what you wrote

      i appreciate the candor..

      i am trying to remove my account from here..

      love to know who the traitor really was?

      was it me to blog something untrue or put up a forum posting?

      was that me?

      was it me to take sides with someone abusing you roughly? or risking your family?

      nope

      nice to see you can move on...good luck with susanne, good luck..

      you write these words of OH HOW IT WAS ME to hurt you..i spoke openly about my feelings, to have it denied..to be lied about on a blog and forum?

      to have you support someone trying to rob my daughter

      how dare you tell me that it is me with the issue?

      it was never me with the problem???

      then now you hound me as the daniel?

      how dare you?

      rest assured since i know this is you, i know daniel is you, and rest assured the adolf on my blog is susanne

      now she is at the point of setting me on fire, but you still carry on and on

      but then you can write your shit that it is me who was the traitor?

      who gave you up?

      you were the traitor, and i was the one pining and waiting for you to change

      let us get the story straight instead of you trying to gain some sort of sympathy by your followers here

      but i guess igniting me on fire is still not enough to have you cease with this woman right?

      it was not me who was the traitor or betrayed you, stop pumping for sympathy on false story

      i told you how i felt, i never denied it publicly to twitter or anywhere i went..that was all YOU

      this is ALL YOU

      trying to pump sympathy here when you are not accepting what you did

      i cried my eyes out today to see daniel v still tweeting a woman who wants to now ignite me with gasoline and light me on fire?

      what is going to take

      loving you was in vain, it was painful and obviously just a drastic mistake on my part

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Chris, you know how much I appreciate your comments. I'm glad that my friend, who "doesn't like poetry very much, and usually finds it a trifle tedious" was engrossed throughout. Now you know how I feel when I read your hubs.

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Thank you so much Jack. That's music to my ears. Thanks for taking the time to find me and reading it and enjoying it.

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      Christoph Reilly 6 years ago from St. Louis

      The scope of this is "Greek Tragedy," and of course, our own personal events often take that kind of scope to ourselves. As usual, your language and poetry skills are supreme, and held me engrossed throughout ( and a little "grossed" out too, at the imagery you created.) Another "Wow!"

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      Jack Crockett 6 years ago from Columbia, Missouri

      Very well said. You are a true poet!

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      Twilight Lawns 6 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      I love the Sonnet form for love... and despair. I'll pluck up the courage to put one on a hub... if I dare. Thank you for your comment.

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      donna bamford 6 years ago from Canada

      I wrote somethng in that vein several years ago when parted from my true love. It's interesting - So Shakespearian - i wondered if it was a sonnet but it's more than fourteen lines. It certainly captures a picture of your pain and despair. I have felt that and the poem brings back memories to me too - well done.