Haha was it not Satre who said that in love, one and one are one? In death too, one and one are one indeed ;)
Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,
Striking a tomb with his heel,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.
The winter wind blows, and the night is dark;
Moans are heard in the linden trees.
White skeletons pass through the gloom,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.
Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,
You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers.
A lustful couple sits on the moss
So as to taste long lost delights.
Zig zig, zig, Death contines
The unending scraping on his instrument.
A veil has fallen The dancer is naked.
Her partner grasps her amorously.
The lady, itapos;s said, is a marchioness or baroness
And her green gallant, a poor cartwright.
Horror Look how she gives herself to him,
Like the rustic was a baron.
Zig, zig, zig. What a saraband
They all hold hands and dance in circles.
Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd
The king dancing among the peasants.
But hist All of a sudden, they leave the dance,
They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world
Long live death and equality
-English translation from the original French by Henri Cazalis
You can also listen to Camille Saint-Saensapos; Danse Macabre here:
Brings back memories for me, haha, those were the days hey? I like the poem very much, the art is pretty nice in a gothic way and what can I say, Saint-Saens did a fantastic job. Love the piece
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