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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Pipe (The Pipe)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je suis la pipe d'un auteur;<br>On voit, à contempler ma mine<br>D'Abyssinienne ou de Cafrine,<br>Que mon maître est un grand fumeur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quand il est comblé de douleur,<br>Je fume comme la chaumine<br>Où se prépare la cuisine<br>Pour le retour du laboureur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">J'enlace et je berce son âme<br>Dans le réseau mobile et bleu<br>Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Et je roule un puissant dictame<br>Qui charme son coeur et guérit<br>De ses fatigues son esprit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Pipe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the pipe of an author; <br>One sees by my color, <br>Abyssinian or Kaffir, <br>That my master's a great smoker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he is laden with sorrow, <br>I smoke like a cottage <br>Where they are preparing dinner <br>For the return of the ploughman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I clasp and lull his soul <br>In the wavy blue web <br>That rises from my fiery mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I give forth clouds of dittany <br>That warm his heart and cure <br>His mind of its fatigue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Author's Pipe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am an author's pipe. To see me <br>And my outlandish shape to heed, <br>You'd know my master was a dreamy <br>Inveterate smoker of the weed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When be is loaded down with care, <br>I like a stove will smoke and burn<br>Wherein the supper they prepare <br>Against the labourer's return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I nurse his spirit with my charm <br>Swaying it in a soft, uncertain, <br>And vaguely-moving azure curtain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I roll a potent cloud of balm <br>To lull his spirit into rest <br>And cure the sorrows in his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Poet's Pipe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poet's pipe am I,<br>And my Abyssinian tint<br>Is an unmistakable hint<br>That he lays me not often by.<br>When his soul is with grief o'erworn<br>I smoke like the cottage where<br>They are cooking the evening fare<br>For the laborer's return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I enfold and cradle his soul<br>In the vapors moving and blue<br>That mount from my fiery mouth;<br>And there is power in my bowl<br>To charm his spirit and soothe,<br>And heal his weariness too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Richard Herne Shepherd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Pipe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am an author's pipe; <br>From examining my Abyssinian <br>Or Kaffir countenance, one sees <br>That my master is a great smoker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he is laden with sorrow,<br>I smoke like a cottage<br>When the cooking is being prepared<br>Against the laborer's return</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I entwine and I cradle his soul<br>In the drifting, blue film<br>That climbs from my fiery mouth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I turn a powerful balm <br>Which charms his heart and heals <br>His spirit of fatigues.</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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On voit, à contempler ma mine
D'Abyssinienne ou de Cafrine,
Que mon maître est un grand fumeur.

Quand il est comblé de douleur,
Je fume comme la chaumine
Où se prépare la cuisine
Pour le retour du laboureur.

J'e..."></div>
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