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|title=[[The Flowers of Evil]] | |title= [[The Flowers of Evil]] | ||
|author=Charles Baudelaire | |author= Charles Baudelaire | ||
|section=The Albatross | |translator= A. S. Kline | ||
|section= The Albatross | |||
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|notes= | |notes= [[fr.ws:L’Albatros (Baudelaire)|L’Albatros]]. | ||
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<poem> | |||
Often, for their amusement, bored sailors | |||
take albatrosses, vast sea-birds, that sleep | |||
in the air, indolent fellow travellers, | |||
following the ship skimming the deep. | |||
No sooner are they set down on the boards, | |||
than those kings of the azure, maladroit, shamefully | |||
let their vast white wings, like oars, | |||
trail along their sides, piteously. | |||
Winged traveller, gauche, gross, useless, laughable, | |||
now, one of them, with a pipe stem, prods you, | |||
: | who, a moment ago, were beautiful: | ||
another, limping, mimics the cripple who flew. | |||
The Poet bears a likeness to that prince of the air, | |||
who mocks at slingshots, and haunts the winds: | |||
on earth, an exile among the scornful, where | |||
he is hampered, in walking, by his giant wings. | |||
</poem> | |||
</div> | </div> | ||
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[[Category:Poetry by Charles Baudelaire]] | [[Category:Poetry by Charles Baudelaire]] | ||
[[Category:Works originally in French]] | [[Category:Works originally in French]] | ||
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Revision as of 10:52, 12 March 2009
| The Flowers of Evil ~ The Albatross written by Charles Baudelaire translated by A. S. Kline |
| L’Albatros. | Link to further information |
Often, for their amusement, bored sailors
take albatrosses, vast sea-birds, that sleep
in the air, indolent fellow travellers,
following the ship skimming the deep.
No sooner are they set down on the boards,
than those kings of the azure, maladroit, shamefully
let their vast white wings, like oars,
trail along their sides, piteously.
Winged traveller, gauche, gross, useless, laughable,
now, one of them, with a pipe stem, prods you,
who, a moment ago, were beautiful:
another, limping, mimics the cripple who flew.
The Poet bears a likeness to that prince of the air,
who mocks at slingshots, and haunts the winds:
on earth, an exile among the scornful, where
he is hampered, in walking, by his giant wings.
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