MARGUERITE YOURCENAR
The Horse
It is true that I believed in the immense privilege of living. Each step amplified
in me old but always mobile adorations. It was a tree, the night, whole forests of
roads, or the sky and its troubled life, certainly the sun.
One day I saw solitude. At the top of hill, a horse, alone, immobile, was
planted in an arrested universe. So my love, suspended in time, gathered to itself
in one instant its petrified memory. Life and death completed each other, all
doors open to possible prolongations. For once, without sharing in the meaning
of things, I saw. I isolated my vision, enlarging its borders infinitely. I left for later
the concern of seeing what one was to see. But who could maintain that the
promises had been kept?
—mary ann caws
Marguerite Yourcenar
(Marguerite Antoinette Jeanne Marie Ghislaine
Cleenwerke de Crayencour) 1903–1987
brussels, belgium
A
poet, historian, and novelist, Yourcenar explored in her writings the
possibility of an idealized humanity that might correct wrongs, both
societal and ecological. Her mother died shortly after giving birth to
her; her French father, who was a friend, confidant, and teacher, helped arrange
the publication of her first work, written at the age of sixteen. When he died, he
left her independently wealthy, in addition to bequeathing the legacy of culture
and nonconformist beliefs to which he had exposed her. At the onset of World
War II, she moved to the United States to teach at Sarah Lawrence College and
Georgetown University. In 1980 she became the first woman elected to the Aca-
démie française. She lived for many years in Maine in an outspoken and greatly
respected lesbian lifestyle. Principal works: Mémoires d’Hadrien, 1951; L’Oeuvre
au noir, 1968; Feux, 1974; Les Charités d’Alcippe, 1984.