The Rebel
An angel from the sky swoops like an eagle,
Seizes the culprit's hair in his strong fist,
And shakes him, saying "You must know what's legal
For I am your Good Angel. I insist.
Know you must cherish, without wry grimaces,
The poor, deformed, blockheaded, sick, and vile:
And thus unroll for Christ's triumphal paces
The carpet of your charity in style.
For such is Love! Before your heart grows dim,
Light up your heart from God and burn for him.
That is the true delight that lasts for ever."
The Angel, by his love filled with more ardour,
With giant fists belabours him the harder.
The damned soul always answers, "I will never."
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
- 专辑:Dystopia
- 歌手:C-Drone-Defect
- 歌曲:Rebellis