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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354401" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés (With Waving Opalescense In Her Gown)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés,<br>Même quand elle marche on croirait qu'elle danse,<br>Comme ces longs serpents que les jongleurs sacrés<br>Au bout de leurs bâtons agitent en cadence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comme le sable morne et l'azur des déserts,<br>Insensibles tous deux à l'humaine souffrance<br>Comme les longs réseaux de la houle des mers<br>Elle se développe avec indifférence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ses yeux polis sont faits de minéraux charmants,<br>Et dans cette nature étrange et symbolique<br>Où l'ange inviolé se mêle au sphinx antique,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Où tout n'est qu'or, acier, lumière et diamants,<br>Resplendit à jamais, comme un astre inutile,<br>La froide majesté de la femme stérile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Her Pearly, Undulating Dresses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With her pearly, undulating dresses, <br>Even when she's walking, she seems to be dancing <br>Like those long snakes which the holy fakirs <br>Set swaying in cadence on the end of their staffs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the dull sand and the blue of deserts, <br>Both of them unfeeling toward human suffering, <br>Like the long web of the ocean's billows, <br>She unfurls herself with unconcern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her glossy eyes are made of charming minerals<br>And in that nature, symbolic and strange,<br>Where pure angel is united with ancient sphinx,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where everything is gold, steel, light and diamonds, <br>There glitters forever, like a useless star, <br>The frigid majesty of the sterile woman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Waving Opalescence in Her Gown </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With waving opalescence in her gown, <br>Even when she walks along, you think she's dancing. <br>Like those long snakes which charmers, while entrancing,<br>Wave with their wands, in cadence, up and down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the sad sands of deserts and their skies,<br>By human sufferings untouched and free,<br>Or like the surfy curtains of the sea,<br>She flaunts a cold indifference. Her eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are made of charming minerals well-burnished. <br>Her nature, both by sphynx and angel furnished, <br>Is old, intact, symbolic, and bizarre:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She seems, made all of gems, steel, light, and gold, <br>In barrenness, majestic, hard, and cold, <br>To blaze forever, like a useless star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avec ses vêtements ondoyants et nacrés</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with all her undulant pearly draperies,<br>she moves in measures lovelier than a dance,<br>as in the fakirs' Indian sorceries<br>tall cobras 'neath a moving rod advance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like drear Sahara's sand or azure skies,<br>insentient both to human suffering,<br>like the long lacy nets the surges bring,<br>her slow indifferent length she amplifies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her eyes are made from agates polished bright,<br>and in that strange symbolic soul which links<br>the inviolate angel and the fabled sphynx,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where all is gold, steel, diamonds and light,<br>glitters forever, starlike, far, inhuman,<br>the regal coldness of the sterile woman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sonnet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With her dresses undulating, pearly, <br>Even walking one would think her dancing, <br>Like those long serpents which holy charmers <br>Move in harmony at the tips of their batons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the dull sand and the blue of deserts, <br>Unmoved alike by human pain, <br>Like the long fabric of the swell of seas, <br>She unfolds herself with indifference.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her polished eyes are of delicious metals,<br>And in this strange, symbolic nature<br>Where virgin angel meets with ancient sphinx,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where all is only gold and steel and light and diamonds, <br>There shines for ever, like a useless star, <br>The cold majesty of the sterile woman.</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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Même quand elle marche on croirait qu'elle danse,
Comme ces longs serpents que les jongleurs sacrés
Au bout de leurs bâtons agitent en cadence.

Comme le sable morne et l'azur des déserts,
Insensibles ..."></div>
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