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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymne à la Beauté (Hymn To Beauty)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme,<br>O Beauté? ton regard, infernal et divin,<br>Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime,<br>Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tu contiens dans ton oeil le couchant et l'aurore;<br>Tu répands des parfums comme un soir orageux;<br>Tes baisers sont un philtre et ta bouche une amphore<br>Qui font le héros lâche et l'enfant courageux.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sors-tu du gouffre noir ou descends-tu des astres?<br>Le Destin charmé suit tes jupons comme un chien;<br>Tu sèmes au hasard la joie et les désastres,<br>Et tu gouvernes tout et ne réponds de rien.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tu marches sur des morts, Beauté, dont tu te moques;<br>De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant,<br>Et le Meurtre, parmi tes plus chères breloques,<br>Sur ton ventre orgueilleux danse amoureusement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L'éphémère ébloui vole vers toi, chandelle,<br>Crépite, flambe et dit: Bénissons ce flambeau!<br>L'amoureux pantelant incliné sur sa belle<br>A l'air d'un moribond caressant son tombeau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe,<br>Ô Beauté! monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu!<br>Si ton oeil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte<br>D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe? Ange ou Sirène,<br>Qu'importe, si tu rends, — fée aux yeux de velours,<br>Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! —<br>L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hymn to Beauty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss, <br>Beauty? Your gaze, divine and infernal, <br>Pours out confusedly benevolence and crime, <br>And one may for that, compare you to wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn; <br>You scatter perfumes like a stormy night; <br>Your kisses are a philtre, your mouth an amphora, <br>Which make the hero weak and the child courageous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you come from the stars or rise from the black pit? <br>Destiny, bewitched, follows your skirts like a dog; <br>You sow at random joy and disaster, <br>And you govern all things but answer for nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You walk upon corpses which you mock, O Beauty! <br>Of your jewels Horror is not the least charming, <br>And Murder, among your dearest trinkets, <br>Dances amorously upon your proud belly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dazzled moth flies toward you, O candle!<br>Crepitates, flames and says: 'Blessed be this flambeau!'<br>The panting lover bending o'er his fair one<br>Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whether you come from heaven or from hell, who cares, <br>O Beauty! Huge, fearful, ingenuous monster! <br>If your regard, your smile, your foot, open for me <br>An Infinite I love but have not ever known?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From God or Satan, who cares? Angel or Siren, <br>Who cares, if you make, — fay with the velvet eyes, <br>Rhythm, perfume, glimmer; my one and only queen! <br>The world less hideous, the minutes less leaden?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hymn to Beauty </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did you spring out of heaven or the abyss, <br>Beauty? Your gaze infernal, yet divine, <br>Spreads infamy and glory, grief and bliss, <br>And therefore you can be compared to wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes contain both sunset and aurora: <br>You give off scents, like evenings storm-deflowered: <br>Your kisses are a philtre: an amphora <br>Your mouth, that cows the brave, and spurs the coward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Climb you from gulfs, or from the stars descend? <br>Fate, like a fawning hound, to heel you've brought; <br>You scatter joy and ruin without end, <br>Ruling all things, yet answering for naught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You trample men to death, and mock their clamour. <br>Amongst your gauds pale Horror gleams and glances, <br>And Murder, not the least of them in glamour, <br>On your proud belly amorously dances.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dazzled insect seeks your candle-rays, <br>Crackles, and burns, and seems to bless his doom. <br>The groom bent o'er his bride as in a daze, <br>Seems, like a dying man, to stroke his tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matter if from hell or heaven born, <br>Tremendous monster, terrible to view? <br>Your eyes and smile reveal to me, like morn, <br>The Infinite I love but never knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From God or Fiend? Siren or Sylph ? Invidious <br>The answer — Fay with eyes of velvet, ray, <br>Rhythm, and perfume! — if you make less hideous <br>Our universe, less tedious leave our day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hymn to Beauty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did you fall from high heaven or surge from the abyss, <br>O Beauty? Your bright gaze, infernal and divine, <br>Confusedly pours out courage and cowardice, <br>Or love and crime. Therefore men liken you to wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes hold all the sunset and the dawn, you are <br>As rich in fragrances as a tempestuous night, <br>Your kisses are a philtre and your mouth a jar <br>Filling the child with valor and the man with fright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did the stars mould you or the pit's obscurity? <br>You bring at random Paradise or Juggernaut. <br>Fate sniffs your skirts with a charmed dog's servility, <br>You govern all and yet are answerable for naught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty, you walk on corpses of dead men you mock. <br>Among your store of gems, Horror is not the least; <br>Murder, amid the dearest trinkets of your stock, <br>Dances on your proud belly like a ruttish beast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Candle, the transient moth flies dazzled to your light, <br>Crackles and flames and says: 'Blessèd this fiery doom!' <br>The panting lover with his mistress in the night <br>Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are you from heaven or hell, Beauty that we adore? <br>Who cares? A dreadful, huge, ingenuous monster, you!<br>So but your glance, your smile, your foot open a door<br>Upon an Infinite I love but never knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Satan or from God? Who cares? Fierce or serene,<br>Who cares? Sister to sirens or to seraphim?<br>So but, dark fey, you shed your perfume, rhythm and sheen<br>To make the world less hideous and Time less grim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</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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O Beauté? ton regard, infernal et divin,
Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime,
Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.

Tu contiens dans ton oeil le couchant et l'aurore;
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