by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

In the wilderness
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
[He,]1 of his gentleness,
Thirsting and hungering
Walked in the Wilderness;
Soft words of grace he spoke
Unto lost desert-folk
That listned wondering.
He heard the bittern call
From ruined palace-wall,
Answered him brotherly;
He held communion
With the she-pelican
Of lonely piety.
Basilisk, cockatrice,
Flocked to his homilies,
With mail of dread device,
With monstrous barbed stings,
With eager dragon-eyes;
Great bats on leathern wings
And old, blind, broken things
Mean in their miseries.
Then ever with him went,
Of all his wanderings
Comrade, with ragged coat,
Gaunt ribs -- poor innocent --
Bleeding foot, burning throat,
The guileless young scapegoat;
For forty nights and days
Followed in Jesus' ways,
Sure guard behind him kept,
Tears like a lover wept.

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1 Bainton: "Christ"

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Dans le désert
Language: French (Français)  after the English 
Lui, plein de bonté,
Ayant soif et faim,
Marchait dans le désert ;
Avec des mots doux pleins de grâce il parlait
Au peuple perdu du désert
Qui l'écoutait émerveillé.
Il entendit l'appel du butor
Des murs du palais en ruine,
L'interrogeant fraternellement ;
Il fut en communion
Avec la femelle pélican
D'une piété solitaire.
Basilic, coquatrix,
Affluèrent à ses homélies,
Avec des écailles d'aspect horrible,
Avec des épines monstrueusement aiguës
Avec des yeux avides de dragon ;
De grandes chauve-souris sur des ailes de cuir
Et des créatures vieilles et aveugles
Misérables dans leurs malheurs.
Et toujours avec lui allait,
Dans toutes ses marches,
Un compagnon, avec un manteau en haillons,
Les côtes décharnées -- pauvre innocent --
Les pieds en sang, la gorge brûlante,
Jeune et candide bouc émissaire ;
Pendant quarante nuits et quarante jours
Il suivit Jésus dans ses pérégrinations,
Il resta en garde sûr derrière lui,
Il versa des larmes comme un amant.

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