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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>À Une Dame Créole (To A Creole Lady)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Au pays parfumé que le soleil caresse,<br>J'ai connu, sous un dais d'arbres tout empourprés<br>Et de palmiers d'où pleut sur les yeux la paresse,<br>Une dame créole aux charmes ignorés.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son teint est pâle et chaud; la brune enchanteresse<br>A dans le cou des airs noblement maniérés;<br>Grande et svelte en marchant comme une chasseresse,<br>Son sourire est tranquille et ses yeux assurés.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Si vous alliez, Madame, au vrai pays de gloire,<br>Sur les bords de la Seine ou de la verte Loire,<br>Belle digne d'orner les antiques manoirs,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vous feriez, à l'abri des ombreuses retraites<br>Germer mille sonnets dans le coeur des poètes,<br>Que vos grands yeux rendraient plus soumis que vos noirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">----------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a Creole Lady</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the perfumed country which the sun caresses, <br>I knew, under a canopy of crimson trees <br>And palms from which indolence rains into your eyes, <br>A Creole lady whose charms were unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her complexion is pale and warm; the dark enchantress <br>Affects a noble air with the movements of her neck. <br>Tall and slender, she walks like a huntress; <br>Her smile is calm and her eye confident.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you went, Madame, to the true land of glory, <br>On the banks of the Seine or along the green Loire, <br>Beauty fit to ornament those ancient manors,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd make, in the shelter of those shady retreats, <br>A thousand sonnets grow in the hearts of poets, <br>Whom your large eyes would make more subject than your slaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by William Aggeler<br>-------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a Colonial Lady </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In scented countries by the sun caressed <br>I've known, beneath a tent of purple boughs, <br>And palmtrees shedding slumber as they drowse, <br>A creole lady with a charm unguessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's pale, and warm, and duskily beguiling; <br>Nobility is moulded in her neck; <br>Slender and tall she holds herself in check, <br>An huntress born, sure-eyed, and quiet-smiling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should you go, Madam, to the land of glory<br>Along the Seine or Loire, where you would merit<br>To ornament some mansion famed in story,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes would bum in those deep-shaded parts, <br>And breed a thousand rhymes in poets' hearts, <br>Tamed like the negro slaves that you inherit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">--------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a Creole Lady</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that perfumed country caressed by the sun,<br>I have known, under a canopy of purple trees <br>And palms raining idleness upon the eyes, <br>A creole lady of private beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her shade is pale and warm; this brown enchantress <br>Has gracefully mannered airs in her neck; <br>Large and sinuous, walking like a huntress, <br>Her smile is silent and her eyes secure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you should go, Madam, to the true country of glory,<br>On the banks of the Seine or of the green Loire,<br>Fair lady fit to decorate ancient mansions,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In some shady and secluded refuge, you would awake <br>A thousand sonnets in the hearts of poets, <br>Whom your great eyes would make more subject than your Blacks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by Geoffrey Wagner</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q>
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