Poem: Faure, “Cantique de Jean Racine”

Note: Faure’s setting of the hymn is bittersweet. I wonder about that.

notre unique espérance…

Cantique de Jean Racine

In praise,
the palpable sense of loss.
How the heart – a void –
allows its echo escape
still mystifies me.

The nerves, raw, break –
after formal feeling,
numbness ensues. Too much,
no basis. No sense of

standing, communicating.
The pity of others just that.
Our hopes ours alone,
as what we were is gone.

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