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| One of my favorite poems!
by lfandp at 5/19/2009 8:58:20 PM
Charles Baudelaire : Poison (Le poison)
Wine knows how to adorn the most sordid hovel
With a miraculous luxury,
And calls forth more than one fabled portico
In the gold of its red vapor,
Like a sun setting in a nebulous sky.
Opium enlarges that which has no bounds,
Lengthens the limitless,
Deepens time, hollows out voluptuousness,
And fills the soul beyond its capacity
With black and dismal pleasures.
None of that equals the poison that flows
From your eyes, from your green eyes,
Lakes in which my soul trembles and sees itself reversed ...
My dreams crowd about
To quench their thirst in these bitter abysses.
None of that equals the terribly prodigy
Of your corrosive saliva,
Which plunges my soul into oblivion without remorse,
And, conveying giddiness,
Rolls it swooning to the shores of death!
Sounds better in french to me!
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