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|title = [[The Flowers of Evil]] | |title = [[The Flowers of Evil]] | ||
|author = Charles Baudelaire | |author = Charles Baudelaire | ||
|translator= | |translator= Roy Campbe;; | ||
|section = Correspondences | |section = Correspondences | ||
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|notes = [[fr.ws:Correspondances|Correspondances]]. | |notes = [[fr.ws:Correspondances|Correspondances]]. From ''Poems of Baudelaire'' (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952), as presented at http://fleursdumal.org | ||
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Nature | Nature's a temple where each living column, | ||
At times, gives forth vague words. There Man advances | |||
Through forest-groves of symbols, strange and solemn, | |||
Who follow him with their familiar glances. | |||
As long-drawn echoes mingle and transfuse | |||
in a | Till in a deep, dark unison they swoon, | ||
Vast as the night or as the vault of noon — | |||
perfumes, | So are commingled perfumes, sounds, and hues. | ||
There | There can be perfumes cool as children's flesh, | ||
Like fiddIes, sweet, like meadows greenly fresh. | |||
Rich, complex, and triumphant, others roll | |||
With the vast range of all non-finite things — | |||
Amber, musk, incense, benjamin, each sings | |||
The transports of the senses and the soul. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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Revision as of 08:04, 21 May 2012
| The Flowers of Evil ~ Correspondences written by Charles Baudelaire translated by Roy Campbe;; |
| Correspondances. From Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952), as presented at http://fleursdumal.org | Link to further information |
Nature's a temple where each living column,
At times, gives forth vague words. There Man advances
Through forest-groves of symbols, strange and solemn,
Who follow him with their familiar glances.
As long-drawn echoes mingle and transfuse
Till in a deep, dark unison they swoon,
Vast as the night or as the vault of noon —
So are commingled perfumes, sounds, and hues.
There can be perfumes cool as children's flesh,
Like fiddIes, sweet, like meadows greenly fresh.
Rich, complex, and triumphant, others roll
With the vast range of all non-finite things —
Amber, musk, incense, benjamin, each sings
The transports of the senses and the soul.
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