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The Flowers of Evil
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THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
(1861 Edition)
DEDICATION. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .16
THE READER. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .18
SPLEEN AND IDEAL
I. Blessing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 20 .....
II. L'Albatros. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .24
III. Elevation. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 25 ......
IV. Matches. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26 ..
V. I love the memory .... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .27
VI. Lighthouses. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .29
VII. Muse sick. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 32 ...
VIII. The Muse venal. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33 ..
IX. The Bad Monk. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .34
FLOWERS OF EVIL
CIX. Destruction. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .196
CX. A Martyr. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .197
CXI. Damned Women (Like pensive cattle ...). . .200
CXII. The Two Good Sisters. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .202
Cxiii. The fountain of blood. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .203
THE WRECK
The Romantic Sunset. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .236
PARTS FROM CONVICTED OF FLOWERS
EVIL
Lesbos. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .238
Damned Women (Delphine and Hippolyte). . . . . . . .242
Lethe. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .248
A one that is too gay. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .250
Les Bijoux. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 252
The metamorphosis of the vampire. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 254
Galanteries
The water jet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .256
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS
Voice. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 272
The Unexpected. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 274
Ransom. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .277
At a Malabar. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .278
Desert
On the beginnings of Amina Boschetti. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 280
About unwelcome. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 281 ...
A cabaret sports. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .284
THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
(Contributions to the third edition, 1868)
Epigraph for a book condemned. . . . . . . . . . . . . .286
Madrigal sad. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .287
Prayer of a pagan. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .290
The Rebel. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .291
The Horn. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .292
Contemplation. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 293 .....
Lid. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .294
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THE READER
Folly, error, sin, skimp,
Occupy our minds and our bodies work,
And we feed our pleasant remorse
As beggars nourish their vermin.
Our sins are stubborn, our repentance is faint;
We do pay for our confessions,
And we gaily in the muddy road,
Believing that base tears wash away all our stains.
On the pillow of evil Satan Trismegistus
Lulls our enchanted minds,
And the rich metal of our will
Is vaporized by the scientist chemist.
It is the devil who is the son that move us!
In repugnant things we discover charms;
Every day we descend to Hell one step,
Without horror, through gloom that stinks.
And a rake that poor fuck and eat
The tortured breast of an old whore,
We fly pass a clandestine pleasure
We squeeze hard like an old orange
The Flowers of Evil
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Tight, swarming, like a million worms,
In our brains a binge of Demons,
And when we breathe into our lungs Death
Down, invisible river, with low moans.
If rape, poison, dagger, fire,
III. - Elevation
Above the ponds from above the valleys,
Mountains, woods, clouds, seas,
beyond the sun, beyond the ether,
beyond the confines of the starry spheres,
My mind, you move with agility,
And, as a good swimmer who swoons in the wave,
You gaily furrow deep immensity
IV. - Matches
Nature is a temple where living pillars
Sometimes give voice to confused words;
Man passes there through forests of symbols
Who observe him with familiar eyes.
As long echoes far merge
In a dark and profound unity,
Vast as the night and as clarity,
The scents, colors and sounds answer.
It is fresh scents like the flesh of children,
Sweet as oboes, green as meadows,
- And others, corrupt, rich and triumphant,
Having the expansion of infinite things,
Like amber, musk, benzoin and incense,
V
I love the memory of those naked epochs
Which Phoebus liked to gild statues.
Then the man and woman in their agility
Enjoyed without lies and anxiety
And the sky lovers caressing their spines,
Exercised the health of their noble machine.
Cybele then, rich in generous products
Did not find her son too heavy a burden,
But wolf at heart swollen joint tenderness
Watered the universe to her brown nipples.
The man, elegant, robust and strong, had the right
To be proud of the beauty that called him their king;
Pure contempt and all virgin fruit cracking,
The smooth, firm flesh called bites!
The poet today, when he wants to design
These native sizes, to see places are
The nakedness of the man and the woman,
Feels cold darkness envelop her soul Page 28
VI. - Lighthouses
Rubens, river of forgetfulness, garden laziness,
Pillow flesh where you can not love,
But where life flows and constant agitation,
As the air in the sky and the sea in the sea;
Leonardo da Vinci, deep and dark mirror
Where charming angels, with a soft mouse
Laden with mystery, appear in the shade
Glaciers and pine close their countries;
X. - The Enemy
My youth was a dark storm
Crossed here and there by brilliant suns;
The thunder and rain made such a havoc,
It remains in my garden very little ruddy fruit.
Here I hit the fall of ideas,
And must use the shovel and rakes
To combine the new wetlands,
Where water dig large holes like tombs.
And who knows if the new flowers I dream
Find this washed soil as a strike
The mystical food that would force them?
- O grief! O pain! Time eats life
And the hidden Enemy who gnaws our heart
The blood we lose grows and strengthens! Page 36
To an isolated cemetery,
My heart like a muffled drum,
Goes beating funeral marches.
- Maint sleeps buried treasure
In darkness and oblivion,
Far picks and probes;
Many a flower regretfully pours
Its sweet as a secret
In deep solitudes. Page 37
XXIV
I adore the equal of the vault of night,
O vase of sadness, O great taciturn
And love you even more beautiful, that you flee me
And you seem to me, ornament of my nights,
More ironically accumulate miles
That separate my arms from the blue immensity.
I advance to the attack, and I climb the attacks,
As a corpse after a chorus of worms,
And I cherish, O mercilessly cruel beast!
Until this cold where you are more beautiful to me!
XXV
You would put the whole world in your lane
Impure woman! Boredom makes your soul cruel.
To exercise your teeth in this unique game
Every day you need a heart to the rack.
Your eyes lit up as well as shops
XXVII
With its undulating and pearly clothes
Even when she walks she might actually dance
As these long snakes as sacred jugglers
After waving their sticks rhythmically.
As dreary sand and azure deserts,
Both insensitive to human suffering,
As long networks swell of the sea,
It grows with indifference.
His eyes are made of polished charming minerals
And in this strange and symbolic
The angel inviolate blends the ancient sphinx,
Where everything is not as gold, steel, light and diamonds
Never shines like a useless star,
The majesty of the cold barren. Page 57
XXIX. - A Carrion
Remember the object we saw, my soul,
This beautiful summer morning so sweet:
At the bend of a path a foul carrion
Sown on a bed of pebbles,
The belly up like a horny woman
Burning and sweating poisons,
Opened a nonchalant and cynical
Her belly full of fumes.
The sun shone on this decay,
As to the cook-to-point
And make a hundredfold to great Nature
Everything she had combined;
And the sky looked superb carcass
Like a flower blossom.
The stench was so strong that on the grass
You believed him feel faint. Page 60
XXXII
One night I was almost a terrible Jewish
As a corpse throughout an extended body,
I began to think about the body sold
A sad beauty that my desire is deprived.
I pictured her native majesty,
His look of force and armed graces
Her hair that make it a fragrant helmet
XXXV. - Duellum
Two warriors ran one on the other, their weapons
Splashed air glow and blood.
These games, the rattling of iron are the din
In youth experiencing love wailing.
The swords are broken! as our youth,
My dear! But teeth, sharp claws,
Soon avenge the treacherous sword and dagger.
- A fury of mature hearts embittered by love!
In the ravine haunted cats-pards and ounces
Our hero, hugging wickedly, rolled,
And skin blossom aridity brambles.
- This abyss is hell, peopled by our friends!
Ride ahead without remorse, inhuman Amazon,
To perpetuate the ardor of our hatred! Page 69
XXXVIII. - A Ghost
I. - The Darkness
In the vaults of unfathomable sadness
Where Fate has relegated me;
Where never between a pink and gay radius;
XXXIX
I give you these verses so that if my name
Fortunately addresses at times distant
And is a dream one night human brains,
Vessel favored by a large north wind,
Your memory, like the fables uncertain
Fatigue and a dulcimer player,
And a fraternal mystical link
Remains as hanging from my lofty rhyme;
Cursed be that the deep abyss
To the highest heaven, nothing but myself, no one answers!
- O you who like a shadow to the ephemeral trace
Crowds with a light foot and a serene look
Foolish mortals who judged you bitter
Statue with jet-black eyes, large forehead brazen angel! Page 77
XLI. - Entirely
The Devil in my upper chamber
This morning came to see me,
And trying to take my fault
Said: "I want to know
Among all the beautiful things
Which has made its enchantment,
Among the objects or black roses
That make her charming body
What is the sweetest. "- O my soul!
You replied to Abhorred:
"Since, it's all dictame
Nothing can be preferred.
When all delights me, I do not know
If something appeals to me.
It dazzles as Dawn
And console like the Night; Page 79
XLII
What will you say tonight, poor lonely soul,
What say you, my heart, once withered heart,
At the beautiful, the good, the dearest,
Whose divine glance you suddenly bloomed?
- We put our pride to sing its praises:
Nothing beats the softness of its authority;
Her spiritual flesh has the scent of angels
And his eye takes us to a clear coat.
Whether in the night and in solitude,
Whether in the street and in the multitude
His ghost dance in the air like a torch.
Sometimes he speaks and says, "I am beautiful, and I order
For the love of me you did not love the Beautiful;
XLIV. - Reversible
Angel full of gaiety, do you know the anguish,
Shame, remorse, tears, trouble,
And the vague terrors of those awful nights
Which compress the heart like a crumpled paper that?
Angel full of gaiety, do you know the anguish?
Angel full of kindness, you know hatred,
Fists clenched in the shadows and tears of gall,
When Vengeance beats her hellish reminder
And our faculty is the captain?
XLV. - Confession
Once, one, kind and gentle woman,
In my arms your arms polished
Leaned (in the dark depths of my soul
This memory is never faded);
It was late and a new medal
The full moon spread,
And solemnity of the night, like a river,
L. - Blurred sky
Looks like your look a covered steam;
Your eye mysterious (is it blue, gray or green?)
Alternately tender, dreamy, cruel,
Reflects indolence and pale sky.
You remember those white, veiled and warm days
That make hearts melt in tears bewitched
When agitated by an unknown evil that twists,
Nerves too awake taunt the sleeping mind.
LVII. - At a Madonna
Ex-voto in the Spanish taste
I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my distress
And dig into the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking glance
A niche, azure and gold all enamelled
Where thou rear up, Statue amazed.
Go with my polished lattice of a pure metal
Expertly studded rhymes crystal
I will do to your head a huge crown;
And my jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I know you cut a coat, so
Barbarian, stiff and heavy, and lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry, shut up your charms,
Not Beads embroidered, but all my tears!
Your dress will be my Desire, quivering,
Wavy, my Desire up and down,
The tips to balance the valleys rests,
And coated with a white and pink kiss your whole body.
I set sail;
Chest forward and lungs inflated
As the canvas,
I climb the back of the waves piled
That night I sail;
I feel vibrate in me all the passions
On a ship that suffers;
The good wind storm and convulsions
The immense gulf
Cradle me. At other times, calm, large mirror
My despair! Page 124
LXX. - Buried
If a heavy, dark night
A good Christian, for charity
Behind some old rubble
Bury your vaunted body
At a time when the chaste stars
Close their eyes overcharged,
The spider will make his paintings,
And the viper its small;
You'll hear all year
On your head sentenced
The wailing of wolves
And witches hungry,
The antics of lecherous old
And plots of black thieves. Page 125
LXXV. - Spleen
Pluvise, irritated against the entire city,
His urn in torrents poured cold darkness
The pale inhabitants of the neighboring cemetery
And mortality in the misty suburbs.
My cat on the floor looking for a litter
Agitated and restless her thin mangy body;
The soul of an old poet wanders into the gutter
With the sad voice of a timid ghost.
The drone laments, and smoky log
Accompanies the clock hoarse falsetto,
However in a game full of dirty perfume,
Fatal legacy of a dropsical old,
The beautiful servant heart and the queen of spades
Sinister cause of their dead love. Page 130
LXXVI. - Spleen
I have more memories than if I had a thousand years.
A large cabinet cluttered drawers balances,
Worms, love letters, lawsuits, romances,
LXXVIII. - Spleen
When the low, heavy sky weighs like a lid
On the groaning spirit, victim of long ennui,
And the horizon embracing the whole circle
He pays us a sad night black day;
When the earth is changed into a damp dungeon,
Where Hope, like a bat,
Goes beating the walls with her timid wings
And bumping his head rotten ceilings;
When the rain stretching out its endless trails
In a large grim prison bars
And the dumb people of infamous spiders
LXXIX. - Obsession
Great wood, you frighten me like cathedrals;
You scream as the organ, and in our cursed hearts
Bed and eternal mourning where vibrate old rails,
Meet the echoes of your De Profundis.
I hate you, Ocean! thy bonds and thy tumult,
My mind finds in him the bitter laugh
The defeated man, full of tears and insults,
I hear laughter in the huge sea
As you please me, O night! without these stars
Whose light speaks a language known!
Because I seek the void, and black, and naked!
But the darkness themselves webs
Where they live, springing from my eyes by the thousands,
Beings disappeared from sight familiar. Page 135
TABLES IN PARIS
LXXXVI. - Landscape
I want to compose my eclogues chastely,
Sunset from the sky, like the astrologers,
And neighboring steeples, listen dreaming
Their solemn hymns carried by the wind.
Both hands at chin, the top of my attic
I see the studio singing and chatting;
A queen of romance
His velvet buskins
Your heavy hooves.
Instead of a rag too short
A superb court dress
Train Pleated loud and long
On your heels; Page 150
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Andromache, I think of you! This small river
Poor, sad mirror where once shone
The immense majesty of your widowed grief,
This liar Simois by your tears grows
A fertilized suddenly my fertile memory
As I crossed the new Carrousel.
The old Paris is no longer (as a city
Changes more quickly, alas! the human heart);
I do not see that in mind all camp barracks
Those piles of drafted and drums
Herbs, boulders green with water puddles
And the shiny tiles, bric-a-brac. Page 153
XCIII. - In a busy
The deafening road around me roared.
Tall, slender, in deep mourning, majestic grief,
A woman passed, a lavish hand
Lifting, swinging festoon and hem;
Agile and graceful, her leg statue.
I drank tense as extravagant,
In his eye, livid sky where the hurricane germ,
The softness that fascinates and the pleasure that kills.
A flash ... then night! - Fugitive beauty
Whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
Do I see you more in eternity?
XCIX
I have not forgotten, close to the city,
Our white house, small but quiet;
His plaster Pomona and old Venus
In a feeble grove hiding their members
[Naked
And the sun, the night, dripping and beautiful,
That behind the glass broke when his sheaf,
C
The maid with a big heart you were jealous
And sleeps his sleep in a humble lawn
Yet we should bring him some flowers.
The dead, the poor dead, have great pain,
And when October breath pruner old trees,
His melancholy wind round about their marbles
Certe, they must find the ungrateful living,
A sleeping as they do, warm in their beds,
While devoured black musings,
Without bedfellow without good talks,
Old skeletons frozen worked by the worm,
They feel drain the snows of winter
And the century run without just friends or family
Replace tattered hanging their grid.
When the log whistles and sings, so the evening
Quiet, in the chair I saw her sit
If a blue and cold December night
I found lurking in a corner of my room,
Grave, and from the bottom of his eternal bed
Cover the child grew up with her maternal eye
What could I answer this pious soul,
Seeing tears fall from her eye hollow? Page 179
182
Heedless and taciturn,
The Ganges, in the firmament,
Poured the treasure of their urns
In diamond pits.
Architect of my faeries,
I was doing my will,
A tunnel with jewels
Place a tamed ocean;
And even the color black,
Seemed polished, clear, iridescent;
Liquid enchased glory
Crystallized in the radius.
Moreover, no star, no glimmer
Sun, even low in the sky,
To illuminate these wonders
Shining a personal firewall!
And these shifting wonders
Hovering (terrible news!
All the eye, nothing for the ears!)
A silence of eternity. Page 183
WINE
CIV. - The Soul of Wine
One evening, the soul of wine sang in the bottles:
"Man, I bring you, O dear disinherited,
In my glass prison and my rosy waxes,
A song full of light and brotherhood!
"I know how much it takes, on the hill in flame,
Trouble, sweat and scorching sun
To lead my life and give me soul;
But I will not be ungrateful or evil,
"Because I feel great joy when I fall
In the throat of a man worn out by work,
And his warm chest is a gentle fall
Where I like much better than my cold cellars.
"Do you hear the sound of the chorus Sundays
And hope chirping in my throbbing breast?
Elbows on the table and rolling up your sleeves,
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FLOWERS OF EVIL
CIX. - Destruction
Constantly agitated by my side the devil;
He swims around me like impalpable air;
I swallow and feel him burn my lung
And filled with eternal guilt and desire.
Sometimes it takes, knowing my great love of Art,
The shape of the most attractive women,
And, under specious pretexts cockroach
Accustom my lips to infamous potions.
He leads me thus, far from the eyes of God,
Panting and tired out in the middle
Plains Boredom, deep and deserted,
And throw in my eyes full of confusion
Soiled clothes, open wounds,
And bloody instruments of Destruction! Page 197
CX. - A Martyr
Drawing an unknown Master
Amid vials, lam fabrics
And voluptuous furniture
Marbles, paintings, dresses scented
Lying in sumptuous folds
In a warm room where, as in a greenhouse,
The air is dangerous and fatal,
Where bouquets dying in their glass coffins
CXIV. - Allegory
This is a beautiful woman and rich neck
Leaving in its wine drag her hair.
The claws of love, poisons gambling,
All slides and everything dulls the granite of his skin.
She laughed and taunted Death Debauchery,
These monsters hand, always scratching and cutting,
In its destructive games yet he followed
This law firm body and the rough majesty.
She walks into a goddess and is based in Sultana
It was fun in the Mohammedan faith,
And its open arms that fill her breasts,
It calls for the eyes human race.
She thinks she knows, this barren virgin
And yet necessary to the running of the world,
Of Humanity
And on the throne profane,
Cheeky laughter,
Blowing bubbles merrily round
Going up in the air,
Like to join the worlds
At the bottom of the ether.
The bright and fragile globe
Takes a big swing,
Bursts and spits his soul hail
As a dream of gold.
I mean the skull each bubble
Pray and moan:
- "This fierce and ridiculous game
When should it end?
"For thy cruel mouth
Scatters in the air,
Monster assassin is my brain,
My heart and my flesh! " Page 211
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REVOLT
CXVIII. - The Denial of St. Peter
What does God do this stream of curses
Rising every day to his dear Seraphim?
As a tyrant gorged meat and wine
He falls asleep to the sweet sound of our awful blasphemies.
The sobs of martyrs and tortured
III
Astonishing travelers! what noble stories
We read in your eyes as deep as the sea!
Show us the caskets of your rich memories
These wonderful jewels, made of stars and ethers.
We want to travel without steam sailing!
Made to enliven the tedium of our prisons
Roll on our minds, stretched like a canvas,
Your memories with their frames backgrounds.
Say, what did you see?
IV
"We saw the stars
And the waves, we saw sand too;
And despite many shocks and unexpected disasters
We often bored as here.
"The glory of the sun on the purple sea,
The glory of cities in the sunset,
Lit in our hearts a restless ardor
Dive into a sky reflection enticing. Page 231
Lesbos
Mother of Latin games and Greek delights,
Lesbos, where kisses, languishing or joyful,
Hot as the sun, as fresh watermelons,
Font ornament nights and glorious day,
Mother of Latin games and Greek delights,
Lesbos, where kisses are like cascades
Flowing fearless in bottomless chasms,
And running, sobbing and gurgling intermittently,
Stormy and secret, teeming deep;
Lesbos, where kisses are like waterfalls!
Lesbos, where courtesans each other attract,
Where ever a sigh remained unheeded,
At the same Paphos stars you admire
And Venus can rightly jealous Sappho!
Lesbos, where courtesans each other attract, Page 239
Damned women
Delphine and Hippolyte
In the pale light of the languid
On deep cushions impregnated odor
Hippolyte dreamed caresses the powerful
That lifted the curtain of his young innocence.
She sought, one eye disturbed by the storm,
Its simplicity already distant sky,
And a traveler who returns the head
Exceeded the morning to blue horizons.
From his eyes the tears amortized lazy
Air broken, stupor, dull pleasure,
His vanquished arms thrown as weapons in vain,
All served, all her fragile beauty. Page 243
Lethe
Come to my heart, cruel, insensitive soul,
Tiger loved, monster indolent air;
I want long plunge trembling fingers
In the thickness of your heavy mane;
In your skirts redolent of your perfume
Bury my aching head,
And breathe like a wilted flower
The sweet smell of my late love.
I want to sleep! sleep rather than live!
In death as sweet as sleep
I will spread out my kisses without remorse
Your lovely polished like copper body.
To swallow my tears subsided
Nothing equals the abyss of your bed;
The powerful oblivion dwells upon your lips
Galanteries
The water jet
Your beautiful eyes are tired, poor lover!
Stay long, without opening,
In this nonchalant pose
Where you surprised pleasure.
In the courtyard the fountain babbling
Never silent night or day,
Maintains gently ecstasy
Where tonight plunged me love.
The bouquet blooms
A thousand flowers,
Where Phoebe welcomed
Met its colors,
Falls like rain
Large tears. Page 257
A thousand flowers,
Where Phoebe welcomed
Met its colors,
Falls like rain
Large tears. Page 259
Eye Berthe
You can despise the most famous eyes
Beautiful eyes of my child, where filter and fled
I do not know what's good, sweet like the Night!
Beautiful eyes, put me on your lovely darkness!
Eyes of my child loved mysteries,
You are much like those magical caves
Where behind the cluster of lethargic shadows,
Twinkle vaguely unknown treasures!
My child has dark, deep and wide eyes
Like you, great Night, lit like you!
Their lights are these thoughts of love, mixed with Faith
That sparkle in the background, voluptuous or chaste. Page 260
Anthem
A very expensive, in the beautiful
That fills my heart with light,
To the angel, the immortal idol
Salvation in immortality!
It spread through my life
As a briny breeze,
And in my soul unsatisfied
Epigraphs
Go to the portrait of Mr. Honor Daumier
That we offer you the image,
And whose subtle art of all,
Teaches us to laugh at ourselves,
That one player is a wise man.
It is a satirical, mocking;
But the energy with which
He paints Evil and its sequel,
Shows the beauty of her heart.
His laugh is not grimace
Melmoth or Mephisto
Under the torch of Alecto
That burns, but we ice.
Their laughter, alas! the gaiety
Is that painful burden.
His rayon, frank and wide,
As a sign of his goodness! Page 269
Lola de Valence
Among the many beauties can be seen everywhere,
I understand, friends, that desire balance;
But we see flicker in Lola de Valence
The unexpected charm of a pink and black jewelry. Page 270
The Unexpected
Scrooge who watched his dying father
Says, dreamy, already before these white lips:
"We have enough in the attic,
It seems to me, old boards? "
Climne coos and says: "My heart is good,
And of course, God made me beautiful. "
- His heart! heart shriveled, like a smoked ham,
Annealed at the eternal flame!
A smoky gazetteer, who believes a torch
Said the poor, he drowned in darkness
"Where do you see him, the creator of this beautiful,
This Rectifier you famous? "
Better than all, I know some voluptuous
Yawning night and day, and laments and cries,
Repeating, the powerless and the fat: "Yes, I want
Being virtuous in an hour! " Page 275
Ransom
The man has to pay his ransom,
Two fields in deep and rich tuff
He must stir and clearing
With the iron of reason;
For any pink
To extort a few ears,
Salty tears of his gray head
He must constantly watered.
One is art and the other love.
- To make the judge propitious
When strict justice
Appear the terrible day
It will show barns
Full of crops and flowers
Whose shapes and colors
Win the vote of the Angels. Page 278
At a Malabar
Your feet are as thin as your hands, and your hip
Is off to envy the most beautiful white;
A thoughtful artist your body is soft and expensive;
Your eyes velvet are blacker than your flesh.
The hot and blue when your God has led countries
Your task is to turn the pipe thy master
Fill the bottle with fresh water and odors,
To drive away the mosquitoes bed prowlers
And when the morning blackmailed plane,
To buy the bazaar pineapple and bananas.
All day, wherever you want, you lead your bare feet
And humming softly unknown old tunes;
And when evening falls the scarlet cloak,
You put your body gently on a mat
Where your dreams are full of floating hummingbirds,
And always, like you, gracious and flowers.
Why, happy child, do you see our France,
This country too crowded as mowing suffering
And, trusting your life with strong arms of sailors, Page 279
Desert
On the beginnings of Amina Boschetti
Thtre de la Monnaie in Brussels
Amina jumps - leaking - then aerobatics and smiled;
The Welshman said: "All this for me is the Prakrit;
I do not know, actually nymphs hedgerow,
As Montagne-aux-Herbes-vegetable. "
After the end of his foot and his eye laughs
Amina poured freely delirium and spirit;
The Welshman said: "Flee, false delights!
My wife has no such light speeds. "
You know, sylph hock triumphant
Who want to teach the waltz to the elephant,
The owl gaiety, laughter to the stork,
On grace in the late Welshman said: "Haro! "
And the soft side of him Bacchus burgundy,
The monster would say, "I prefer the faro! " Page 281
A sports cabaret
On the road to Brussels Uccle
You who are crazy skeletons
Madrigal sad
I
What do I care that you're wise?
Be beautiful! and be sad! Crying
Add a charming face,
As the river landscape;
The storm rejuvenates flowers.
I love you especially when the joy
Fled from your forehead struck;
When your heart is drowning in horror;
When this is deployed on your
The ugly cloud of the past.
I love you when your great eye pays
Warm water as blood;
When, in spite of my hand that rocks you,
Your anguish, too heavy, piercing
As a groan of agony. Page 288
The Rebel
A furious angel background sky like an eagle,
The unbeliever enters full fist hair,
And said, shaking: "You will know the rule!
(For I am your guardian angel, do you hear?) I want it!
"Know that we must love, without a face,
The poor, the wicked, the crooked, the dazed
So that you can do to him when he goes,
A triumphant carpet with your love.
"This is Love! Before your heart be blase,
To the glory of God back on your ecstasy;
This is the true Pleasure to sustainable charms! "
And the angel, punishing all, my faith! he loves,
His fists giant torture anathema;
But the damned always replied: "I do not want! " Page 292
The Horn
Any man worthy of the name
A heart in a yellow snake,
Installed as on a throne,
Meditation
Be wise, O my pain, and stand quieter.
Didst thou require the Night will come down, here it is:
A dark atmosphere envelops the city,
To some with peace, other concern.
While vile multitude of mortals,
Under the whip of pleasure, without the hangman thank you,
Will gather remorse in slavish party
My pain, give me your hand, come here,
Away from them. See to address the dead years
On the balconies of heaven, in old-fashioned dresses;
Out of the depths of the waters Regret smiling;
The dying sun is asleep under an arch,
And, as a long shroud trailing the East
Hear, my dear, hear the gentle Night works. Page 294
Lid
Wherever he goes, or at sea or on land,
In a climate of flame or under a white sun
Servant of Jesus, courtier Cythera
Beggar dark or shiny Croesus,
City, country, rover, sedentary,
His little brain is active or is slow,
Everywhere man undergoes the terror of mystery
And looks up with a trembling eye.
Above, the sky! this wall vault that stifles,
Illuminated by a ceiling opera bouffe
Where each actor crowd a bloody ground;
Terror libertine, hope the mad hermit
Heaven! black cover large pot
Where after the imperceptible and wide humanity. Page 295
Moon offended
O Moon quietly worshiped our fathers,
Top blue country where bright seraglio
The stars will follow in dapper paraphernalia,
My old Cynthia, lamp of our dens,
You see lovers on their successful pallets,
Their mouth while sleeping show fresh enamel?
The poet abut the front on his work?
Or in dry grass mate vipers?
Under your yellow domino, and a foot underground,
Will you, as before, from evening to morning
Kiss Endymion graces outdated?
The Chasm
Pascal had his abyss with him moving.
- Alas! Everything is abyss - Action, desire, dream,
Word! and my hair that stands up straight
Repeatedly of Fear I feel the wind pass.
Up, down, across, depth, strike,
The silence, the awful and addictive space ...
On the bottom of my nights God his scholarly finger
Draw a multifaceted and relentless nightmare.
I'm afraid of sleep as we are afraid of a large
[Hole,
Full of vague horror, leading nowhere;
I do not see that infinity through all the windows,
And my mind, haunted by vertigo,
Jealous of nothingness insensitivity.
- Ah! never out of Numbers and Beings! Page 297
302
Standing, he lit like a lantern divine,
The Pipe of Peace. Standing on the career
He smoked, straight, beautiful and full of light.
However, for the nations was the big signal.
And slowly ascended the divine smoke
In the soft morning air, wavy, embalmed.
And first it was a dark path;
Then the steam became bluer and thicker,
Then bleached, and amount, and magnifying constantly
She went crashing to the hard ceiling of heaven.
More distant peaks of the Rocky Mountains,
From the lakes of the North to noisy waves
Since Tawasentha the valley unparalleled
Up Tuscaloosa, fragrant forest
All signal and saw the huge smoke
Amount peacefully in the ruddy morning.
The Prophet said: "Do you see this band
Steam, which, like the hand control
Oscillates and stands in black on the sun?
This is Gitche Manito, the Master of Life,
Who says the four corners of the vast prairie:
"I summon you all, warriors, my advice! '" Page 303
A Thodore de Banville
You grabbed the hairs of the Goddess
With such a wrist, that you had taken to see
And the air control and this beautiful nonchalance,
For a young ruffian slaying his mistress.
The clear and eye full of the fire of precocity
You have your pride basked architect
In buildings whose correct audacity
Shows what your age.
- Poet, our blood we fled from every pore Is there any chance the dress Centaur
Which changed the whole vein funeral Creek
Was color three times in subtle lava
These vindictive and monstrous reptiles
The little Hercules strangled in the cradle? Page 307
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DAMNATION
The intricate and hard bench Page 311
DRAFT PREFACE
France is going through a phase of vulgarity. Paris center
and radiation of universal stupidity. Despite Molire and
Beranger, we would never have believed that if France would
big train in the path of progress. - Questions of art,
terrae incognita.