Anna Steele, who was going down the street, crossed and walked along the sidewalk. And as I listened to the bell of the train station, which was ringing, at a huge gate steeped in violet and blue transparency, louder than the bells of the Walpurs. One by one the strange chimes were shaking, - and I waited in vain for something to happen; 'As for the passerby, she touched me with her overcoat, but I knew nothing of her, nor that she was called Anna Steele, and I only caught a glimpse of her wretched, wretched face, the look of a whore or a masseuse her vile grunt, and she turned away from me at once.
We were so far away..and others, weren't you frustrated under the mirrors, undoubtedly brutally wounded? In the garden of houses and streets, and columns decorated with sacred figures, a lunar garden with that, oh my God! And the hoarse calls of trams like the cry of peacocks on the grass, and deaf men trotting, and a thousand star fires,... I had no ears but the strange measure of the night, for this gentle electric night, they too would they hear? On what family do they ned to the bell of the train station, which was ringing, at a huge gate steeped in violet and bluelie, and at any moment in death, they will surrender to the night? Thus, what could I have known of their divinity?- Drunken for the life of our solitude, I never looked for Anna Steele among her companions, who, around the earthly train station and under the lost diamonds of heaven, were secretly chanting the heart of Persephone
By the French poet Laviser