The pelican, here is an allegory to a recurring theme in the work of Musset: the artist needs to create suffering. Having managed to find food for its young, the pelican giving its "Children" his "feelings of a father" as a meal.
The most desperate are the songs
[more beautiful,
And I know of immortals who are pure
[sobs.
When the pelican, tired from a long trip,
In the mists of evening rushes back to her, Her little hungry run along the shore
Seeing off fall on the water.
Already believer capture and share their prey,
They run to their father with cries of joy
Shaking their beaks on their hideous goitre.
him, slowly gaining a high rock,
From his wing during his clutch housing,
Fisherman melancholy, watching the skies.
blood flowing long streams of his chest open;
In vain he searched the depths of the seas;
Ocean beach was empty and deserted;
For food he brings his heart.
Dark and silent, lying on the stone
Sharing his son's entrails father
In his sublime love it soothes the pain,
And looking run its bloody breast,
On his feast he collapses dead and staggers,
Drunk on lust, love and horror.
But sometimes in the middle of the divine sacrifice,
Tired of dying in too long ordeal,
He fears that his children will not leave alive;
Then he rises, opens its wings to the wind,
And, striking his heart with a wild cry,
It grows in the night so funereal farewell
What birds desert the sea shore,
And the belated traveler on the beach, go
Sensing death, commends himself to God.
Poet, thus are the great poets. They leave those merry
living time;
But human treats they serve at their festivals
Look Like most of those pelicans.
When they speak well of hopes,
From sadness and oblivion, of love and woe,
This is not a concert to dilate the heart.
Their rantings are like swords
They draw a circle in the air dazzling
But there still hangs a drop of blood.
Musset, "The May Night", New Poems,
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