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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Causerie (Conversation)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vous êtes un beau ciel d'automne, clair et rose!<br>Mais la tristesse en moi monte comme la mer,<br>Et laisse, en refluant, sur ma lèvre morose<br>Le souvenir cuisant de son limon amer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— Ta main se glisse en vain sur mon sein qui se pâme;<br>Ce qu'elle cherche, amie, est un lieu saccagé<br>Par la griffe et la dent féroce de la femme.<br>Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les bêtes l'ont mangé.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mon coeur est un palais flétri par la cohue;<br>On s'y soûle, on s'y tue, on s'y prend aux cheveux!<br>— Un parfum nage autour de votre gorge nue!...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ô Beauté, dur fléau des âmes, tu le veux!<br>Avec tes yeux de feu, brillants comme des fêtes,<br>Calcine ces lambeaux qu'ont épargnés les bêtes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Conversation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are a lovely autumn sky, clear and rosy! <br>But sadness rises in me like the sea, <br>And as it ebbs, leaves on my sullen lips <br>The burning memory of its bitter slime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— In vain does your band slip over my swooning breast; <br>What it seeks, darling, is a place plundered <br>By the claws and the ferocious teeth of woman. <br>Seek my heart no longer; the beasts have eaten it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is a palace polluted by the mob;<br>They get drunk there, kill, tear each other's hair!<br>— A perfume floats about your naked breast!...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Beauty, ruthless scourge of souls, you desire it!<br>With the fire of your eyes, brilliant as festivals,<br>Bum these tatters which the beasts spared!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Conversation </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're like an autumn sky, rose, clear, and placid. <br>But sorrow whelms me, like the tide's assault, <br>And ebbing, leaves upon my lips the acid <br>And muddy-bitter memory of its salt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your band may stroke my breast, but not console. <br>What it seeks there is but a hole, deep caverned <br>By women's claws and fangs, and ransacked whole. <br>Seek not my heart, on which the beasts have ravened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart's a palace plundered by the rabble: <br>They tope, they kill, in blood and guts they scrabble:<br>— A perfume swims around your naked breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Beauty, flail of spirits, you know best! <br>With your eyes' fire, lit up as for a spree, <br>Char the poor rags those beasts have left of me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Episode</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are a lovely, rosy, lucid autumn sky! <br>But sadness mounts upon me like a flooding sea, <br>And ebbs, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose and dry, <br>Smarting with salty ooze, bitter with memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— Useless to slide your hand like that along my breast; <br>That which it seeks, my dear, is plundered; it is slit <br>By the soft paw of woman, that clawed while it caressed. <br>Useless to hunt my heart; the beasts have eaten it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is like a palace where the mob has spat;<br>There they carouse, they seize each other's hair, they kill.<br>— Your breast is naked... what exotic scent is that?...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Beauty, iron flail of souls, it is your will! <br>So be it! Eyes of fire, bright in the darkness there, <br>Bum up these strips of flesh the beasts saw fit to spare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Conversation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are the loveliness, the clearness, the red of autumn skies!<br>But sadness climbs like a sea in me, <br>Leaving, in reflux, upon my bitter lip<br>The sharp memory of its biting slime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— In vain your hand slips on my fainting chest; <br>What it seeks, my darling, is but a place pillaged <br>By the fang and the fierce tooth of woman. <br>Do not search for my heart anymore; the wild beasts have eaten it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is a palace soiled by the mob;<br>There they swill, and they brawl, and they kill!<br>— A fragrance swims around your naked breasts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Beauty, cruel scourge of souls, you long for it!<br>With your eyes that flame, brilliant as festivals,<br>Bum these tatters that the beasts have spared me!</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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Mais la tristesse en moi monte comme la mer,
Et laisse, en refluant, sur ma lèvre morose
Le souvenir cuisant de son limon amer.

— Ta main se glisse en vain sur mon sein qui se pâme;
Ce qu'elle..."></div>
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