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|title = [[The Flowers of Evil]] | |title = [[The Flowers of Evil]] | ||
|author = Charles Baudelaire | |author = Charles Baudelaire | ||
|translator= | |translator= Roy Campbell | ||
|section = Harmony of Evening | |section = Harmony of Evening | ||
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|notes = [[fr.ws:Harmonie du soir|Harmonie du soir]]. | |notes = [[fr.ws:Harmonie du soir|Harmonie du soir]]. ''Poems of Baudelaire'' (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952), as presented at http://fleursdumal.org | ||
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Now | Now comes the eve, when on its stem vibrates | ||
Each flower, evaporating like a censer; | |||
sounds and scents | When sounds and scents in the dark air grow denser; | ||
Drowsed swoon through which a mournful waltz pulsates! | |||
Each flower | Each flower evaporates as from a censer; | ||
The fiddle like a hurt heart palpitates; | |||
Drowsed swoon through which a mournful waltz pulsates; | |||
The sad, grand sky grows, altar-like, immenser. | |||
The | The fiddle, like a hurt heart, palpitates, | ||
A heart that hates oblivion, ruthless censor. | |||
The sad, grand sky grows, altar-like, immenser. | |||
The sun in its own blood coagulates... | |||
A heart, | A heart that hates oblivion, ruthless censor, | ||
The whole of the bright past resuscitates. | |||
The sun | The sun in its own blood coagulates... | ||
And, monstrance-like, your memory flames intenser! | |||
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952) | |||
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[[Category:Poetry by Charles Baudelaire]] | [[Category:Poetry by Charles Baudelaire]] | ||
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Revision as of 19:47, 20 May 2012
| The Flowers of Evil ~ Harmony of Evening written by Charles Baudelaire translated by Roy Campbell |
| Harmonie du soir. Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952), as presented at http://fleursdumal.org | Link to further information |
Now comes the eve, when on its stem vibrates
Each flower, evaporating like a censer;
When sounds and scents in the dark air grow denser;
Drowsed swoon through which a mournful waltz pulsates!
Each flower evaporates as from a censer;
The fiddle like a hurt heart palpitates;
Drowsed swoon through which a mournful waltz pulsates;
The sad, grand sky grows, altar-like, immenser.
The fiddle, like a hurt heart, palpitates,
A heart that hates oblivion, ruthless censor.
The sad, grand sky grows, altar-like, immenser.
The sun in its own blood coagulates...
A heart that hates oblivion, ruthless censor,
The whole of the bright past resuscitates.
The sun in its own blood coagulates...
And, monstrance-like, your memory flames intenser!
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
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