I like the spider

I like the spider (see Hugo / 1802-1805)

I like the spider and I like the nettle.
Because they hate. And nothing
Heareth and punish any
Their dismal wish.

Because they are cursed, wretched.
Black creeping things.
Because they are the sad captive.
From their ambush.

Because they are taken in their work.
O fate! Fatals knots!
Because the nettle is a snake. The spider
A beggar.

Because they have the shadow of the abyss.
Because they are leaking.
Because they are both victims.
From the dark night…

Loops, made through the darkened plant.
The poor animal. Complain
Ugliness, complain the sting.
Oh Pity the evil!

There is nothing that has its melancholy. All
Wants a kiss. In their wild
Horror, if only one forgets. From
Crush.

For do they take a look less beautiful. All
Down away the day. The ugly beast
And weeds.
Whisper: Love! .