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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Chevelure (Her Hair)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!<br>Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!<br>Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure<br>Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,<br>Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">La langoureuse Asie et la brûlante Afrique,<br>Tout un monde lointain, absent, presque défunt,<br>Vit dans tes profondeurs, forêt aromatique!<br>Comme d'autres esprits voguent sur la musique,<br>Le mien, ô mon amour! nage sur ton parfum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">J'irai là-bas où l'arbre et l'homme, pleins de sève,<br>Se pâment longuement sous l'ardeur des climats;<br>Fortes tresses, soyez la houle qui m'enlève!<br>Tu contiens, mer d'ébène, un éblouissant rêve<br>De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mâts:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Un port retentissant où mon âme peut boire<br>À grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur<br>Où les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire<br>Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire<br>D'un ciel pur où frémit l'éternelle chaleur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je plongerai ma tête amoureuse d'ivresse<br>Dans ce noir océan où l'autre est enfermé;<br>Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse<br>Saura vous retrouver, ô féconde paresse,<br>Infinis bercements du loisir embaumé!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cheveux bleus, pavillon de ténèbres tendues<br>Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;<br>Sur les bords duvetés de vos mèches tordues<br>Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues<br>De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Longtemps! toujours! ma main dans ta crinière lourde<br>Sèmera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,<br>Afin qu'à mon désir tu ne sois jamais sourde!<br>N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourde<br>Où je hume à longs traits le vin du souvenir?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Head of Hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fleecy hair, falling in curls to the shoulders! <br>O black locks! O perfume laden with nonchalance! <br>Ecstasy! To people the dark alcove tonight <br>With memories sleeping in that thick head of hair. <br>I would like to shake it in the air like a scarf!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweltering Africa and languorous Asia, <br>A whole far-away world, absent, almost defunct, <br>Dwells in your depths, aromatic forest! <br>While other spirits glide on the wings of music, <br>Mine, O my love! floats upon your perfume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go there, where trees and men, full of vigor, <br>Are plunged in a deep swoon by the heat of the land; <br>Heady tresses be the billows that carry me away! <br>Ebony sea, you hold a dazzling dream <br>Of rigging, of rowers, of pennons and of masts:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A clamorous harbor where my spirit can drink <br>In great draughts the perfume, the sound and the color; <br>Where the vessels gliding through the gold and the moire <br>Open wide their vast arms to embrace the glory <br>Of a clear sky shimmering with everlasting heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall bury my head enamored with rapture<br>In this black sea where the other is imprisoned;<br>And my subtle spirit caressed by the rolling<br>Will find you once again, O fruitful indolence,<br>Endless lulling of sweet-scented leisure!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue-black hair, pavilion hung with shadows, <br>You give back to me the blue of the vast round sky; <br>In the downy edges of your curling tresses <br>I ardently get drunk with the mingled odors <br>Of oil of coconut, of musk and tar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time! Forever! my hand in your thick mane <br>Will scatter sapphires, rubies and pearls, <br>So that you will never be deaf to my desire! <br>Aren't you the oasis of which I dream, the gourd <br>From which I drink deeply, the wine of memory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Her Hair </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fleece that down her nape rolls, plume on plume! <br>O curls! O scent of nonchalance and ease! <br>What ecstasy! To populate this room <br>With memories it harbours in its gloom, <br>I'd shake it like a banner on the breeze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot Africa and languid Asia play <br>(An absent world, defunct, and far away) <br>Within that scented forest, dark and dim. <br>As other souls on waves of music swim, <br>Mine on its perfume sails, as on the spray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll journey there, where man and sap-filled tree <br>Swoon in hot light for hours. Be you my sea, <br>Strong tresses! Be the breakers and gales <br>That waft me. Your black river holds, for me, <br>A dream of masts and rowers, flames and sails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A port, resounding there, my soul delivers <br>With long deep draughts of perfumes, scent, and clamour, <br>Where ships, that glide through gold and purple rivers, <br>Fling wide their vast arms to embrace the glamour <br>Of skies wherein the heat forever quivers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll plunge my head in it, half drunk with pleasure — <br>In this black ocean that engulfs her form. <br>My soul, caressed with wavelets there may measure <br>Infinite rocking& in embalmed leisure, <br>Creative idleness that fears no storm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue tresses, like a shadow-stretching tent, <br>You shed the blue of heavens round and far. <br>Along its downy fringes as I went <br>I reeled half-drunken to confuse the scent <br>Of oil of coconuts, with musk and tar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My hand forever in your mane so dense, <br>Rubies and pearls and sapphires there will sow, <br>That you to my desire be never slow — <br>Oasis of my dreams, and gourd from whence <br>Deep-draughted wines of memory will flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Fleece</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O shadowy fleece that falls and curls upon those bare<br>Lithe shoulders! O rich perfume of forgetfulness!<br>O ecstasy! To loose upon the midnight air<br>The memories asleep in this tumultuous hair,<br>I long to rake it in my fingers, tress by tress!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Asia the languorous, the burning solitude <br>Of Africa — a whole world, distant, all but dead — <br>Survives in thy profundities, O odorous wood! <br>My soul, as other souls put forth on the deep flood <br>Of music, sails away upon thy scent instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There where the sap of life mounts hot in man and tree, <br>And lush desire untamed swoons in the torrid zone, <br>Undulant tresses, wild strong waves, oh, carry me! <br>Dream, like a dazzling sun, from out this ebony sea <br>Rises; and sails and banks of rowers propel me on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the confusion, all the mingled colors, cries, <br>Smells of a busy port, upon my senses beat; <br>Where smoothly on the golden streakèd ripples flies <br>The barque, its arms outspread to gather in the skies, <br>Against whose glory trembles the unabating heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this black ocean where the primal ocean roars,<br>Drunken, in love with drunkenness, I plunge and drown;<br>Over my dubious spirit the rolling tide outpours<br>Its peace — oh, fruitful indolence, upon thy shores,<br>Cradled in languor, let me drift and lay me down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue hair, darkness made palpable, like the big tent <br>Of desert sky all glittering with many a star <br>Thou coverest me — oh, I am drugged as with the blent <br>Effluvia of a sleeping caravan, the scent <br>Of coco oil impregnated with musk and tar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear not! Upon this savage mane for ever thy lord <br>Will sow pearls, sapphires, rubies, every stone that gleams, <br>To keep thee faithful! Art not thou the sycamored <br>Oasis whither my thoughts journey, and the dark gourd <br>Whereof I drink in long slow draughts the wine of dreams?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Her Hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O fleece, billowing on her neck! O ecstasy!<br>O curls, O perfume rich with nonchalance, O rare!.<br>Tonight to fill the alcove's warm obscurity,<br>To make that hair evoke each dormant memory,<br>I long to wave it like a kerchief in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Africa smoldering and Asia languorous,<br>A whole far distant world, absent and almost spent,<br>Dwells in your forest depths, mystic and odorous!<br>As others lose themselves in the harmonious,<br>So, love, my heart floats lost upon your haunting scent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go where both man and tree, albeit strong,<br>Swoon deep beneath the rays of sunlight's blazing fires.<br>Thick tresses, be the waves to bear my dreams along!<br>Ebony sea, your dazzling dream contains a throng<br>Of sails, of wafts, of oarsmen, and of masts like spires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A noisy harbor where my thirsty soul may drain<br>Hues, sounds and fragrances, in draughts heavy and sweet,<br>Where vessels gliding down a moiré-and-gold sea lane<br>Open their vast arms wide to clutch at the domain<br>Of a pure sky ashimmer with eternal beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep shall I plunge my head, avid of drunkenness,<br>In this black sea wherein the other sea lies captured,<br>And my soul buoyant at its undulant caress<br>Shall find you once again, O fruitful idleness,<br>O long lullings of ease, soft, honeyed and enraptured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O blue-black hair, pennon with sheen and shadow fraught,<br>You give me back the vast blue skies of dawn and dusk,<br>As on the downy edges of your tresses, caught<br>In your soft curls, I grow drunken and hot, distraught<br>By mingled scents of cocoanut and tar and musk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sapphires, rubies, pearls — my hand shall never tire<br>Of strewing these through your thick mane — how lavishly! — <br>Lest Life should ever turn you deaf to my desire!<br>You are the last oasis where I dream, afire,<br>The gourd whence deep I quaff the wine of memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Head of Hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Fleece, foaming to the neck!<br>O curls! O scent of laziness!<br>Ecstasy! This evening, to people the dark comers<br>Of memories that are sleeping in these locks,<br>I would wave them in the air like a handkerchief!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Languorous Asia and burning Africa, <br>A whole world, distant, absent, almost extinct, <br>Lives in the depths of your perfumed jungle; <br>As other souls sail along on music, <br>So mine, O my love, swims on your scent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go over there where trees and men, full of sap, <br>Faint away slowly in the passionate climate; <br>O strong locks, be the sea-swell that transports me! <br>You keep, O sea of ebony, a dazzling dream <br>Of sails and sailormen, flames and masts:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A resounding haven where in great waves<br>My soul can drink the scent, the sound and color;<br>Where ships, sliding in gold and watered silk,<br>Part their vast arms to embrace the glory<br>Of the pure sky shuddering with eternal heat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall plunge my head, adoring drunkenness,<br>Into this black ocean where the other is imprisoned;<br>And my subtle spirit caressed by the sway<br>Will know how to find you, O pregnant idleness!<br>In an infinite cradle of scented leisure!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue hair, house of taut darkness,<br>You make the blue of the sky seem huge and round for me;<br>On the downy edges of your twisted locks<br>I hungrily get drunk on the muddled fragrances<br>Of coconut oil, of musk and tar</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a long time! For ever! Amongst your heavy mane <br>My hand will strew the ruby, pearl and sapphire <br>To make you never deaf to my desire!<br>For are you not the oasis where I dream, the gourd <br>Where in great draughts I gulp the wine of memory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Geoffrey Wagner</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>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">Translated by Anonymous</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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Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!

La langoureuse As..."></div>
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