The Cross of Albatross

The moment which gave me euphoria

The same smile has taken a red cross

And the one which looks like good luck

Is now behaving like a fiery Albatross


It spreads its wing looking to embrace

And then it pushes a thorn in the heart

That what looked like a new,fresh start

Has taken a cruel and forceful thwart


It was setting its eye upon the moment

Pushing its wing towards the blue sea

The moments gave air and it felt nice

Diving towards smile to bring its demise


Then it started to fly away from the sight

Curling away its huge wings flying high

Looked like the bad moment has crossed

They forgot that the bird was an Albatross


4 thoughts on “The Cross of Albatross”

  1. very nice… have you ever read Baudelaire’s Albatross?… 🙂 here are both versions: 🙂


    Souvent, pour s’amuser, les hommes d’équipage
    Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
    Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
    Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

    À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
    Que ces rois de l’azur, maladroits et honteux,
    Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
    Comme des avirons traîner à côté d’eux.

    Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
    Lui, naguère si beau, qu’il est comique et laid!
    L’un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
    L’autre mime, en boitant, l’infirme qui volait!

    Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
    Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archer;
    Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
    Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher.
    * * *
    Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew
    Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds
    That indolently follow a ship
    As it glides over the deep, briny sea.

    Scarcely have they placed them on the deck
    Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed,
    Pathetically let their great white wings
    Drag beside them like oars.

    That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is,
    So beautiful before, now comic and ugly!
    One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe;
    Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!

    The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky
    Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman;
    When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers,
    His giant wings prevent him from walking.

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    1. The Albatross is often seen as a bad omen in literary works. The poem you shared is new to me, the last words are deep: “His giant wings prevent him from walking”. Thanks for sharing it 🙂


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