Evening harmony

The Flowers of Evil ~ Harmony of Evening written by Charles Baudelaire

Translation A. S. Kline

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Now those days arrive when, stem throbbing,

each flower sheds its fragrance like a censer:

sounds and scents twine in the evening air:

languorous dizziness, Melancholy dancing!

Each flower sheds its fragrance like a censer:

the violin quivers, a heart that’s suffering:

languorous dizziness, Melancholy dancing!

the sky is lovely, sad like a huge altar.

The violin quivers, a heart that’s suffering:

a heart, hating the vast black void, so tender!

the sky is lovely, sad like a huge altar:

the sun is drowned, in its own blood congealing.

A heart, hating the vast black void, so tender:

each trace of the luminous past it’s gathering!

The sun is drowned, in its own blood congealing…

A vessel of the host, your memory shines there.