<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape!<br>O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare!<br>O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shape<br>With memories that in these tresses sleep,<br>I would shake them like penions in the air!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Languorous Asia, burning Africa,<br>And a far world, defunct almost, absent,<br>Within your aromatic forest stay!<br>As other souls on music drift away,<br>Mine, O my love! still floats upon your scent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go there where, full of sap, both tree<br>And man swoon in the heat of the southern climates;<br>Strong tresses be the swell that carries me!<br>I dream upon your sea of amber<br>Of dazzling sails, of oarsmen, masts, and flames:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sun-drenched and reverberating port,<br>Where I imbibe colour and sound and scent;<br>Where vessels, gliding through the gold and moiré,<br>Open their vast arms as they leave the shore<br>To clasp the pure and shimmering firmament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll plunge my head, enamored of its pleasure,<br>In this black ocean where the other hides;<br>My subtle spirit then will know a measure<br>Of fertile idleness and fragrant leisure,<br>Lulled by the infinite rhythm of its tides!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pavilion, of autumn-shadowed tresses spun,<br>You give me back the azure from afar;<br>And where the twisted locks are fringed with down<br>Lurk mingled odors I grow drunk upon<br>Of oil of coconut, of musk, and tar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time! always! my hand in your hair<br>Will sow the stars of sapphire, pearl, ruby,<br>That you be never deaf to my desire,<br>My oasis and my gourd whence I aspire<br>To drink deep of the wine of memory.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354433" data-title="Her Hair de Charles Baudelaire" data-description="O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape! O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare! O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shape With memories that in these tresses sleep, I would shake them like penions in the air! Languorous Asia, burning Africa, A..."></div> </div> </div>

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