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Wouters, Liliane: The wise virgins (Les vierges sages in English)

Portre of Wouters, Liliane

Les vierges sages (French)

Cinq je les vois, sur une pierre assises,          

La lampe en main.     

Cinq espérant qu'une ombre se précise         

Dans le lointain.         

 

Avec les yeux plus grands que le visage,      

De jour, de nuit,         

Devant mon seuil, voici les vierges sages

Et leur ennui.

 

Elles ont lu la page d'Evangile

Où vient l'époux.

Depuis, leur temps est comme la vigile

D'un rendez-vous.

 

Cinq elles sont, toujours sur cette pierre,

Contre le mur.

Cinq qui n'ont plus de pleurs sur leurs paupières,

Leurs yeux sont durs.

 

Car ils ont vu passer les soeurs frivoles,

Tous feux éteints.

Allons jouer, ma belle, au coeur qui vole

Vers son destin.

 

Laure, Tiphane, Ursule, Bérengère

Et Cordula

Dansent au bois des rondes étrangères

Mais nous voila.

 

Les bras tendus et la ceinture vierge.

Qu'attendons-nous

Avec le feu stérile de nos cierges

Sur les genoux?



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The wise virgins (English)

Five of them I see, sitting on a stone,

Lamp in hand.

Five who hope that a shadow will coalesce

In the distance.

 

With eyes larger than their faces,

All day, all night,

In front of my threshold, behold the wise virgins

And their predicament.

 

They have read the page of the gospel

Where the bridegroom arrives.

Ever since, their time has seemed like the eve

Of a rendezvous.

 

Five in number they are, always on this stone,

Against the wall.

Five who no longer have tears on their eyelids,

Their eyes are hardened.

 

For they have seen their frivolous sisters pass,

All flames extinguished.

Let us play, my beauty, with a heart that flies

To its fate.

 

Laura, Tiffany, Ursula, Bérengère

And Cordula

Are dancing strange roundelays in the woods

But behold us

 

With spread arms and maiden attire.

What do we expect

With the sterile fire of our candles

On our knees?



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Source of the quotationhttp://www.anniebank.nl

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