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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354454" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Serpent Qui Danse (The Dancing Serpent)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Que j'aime voir, chère indolente,<br>De ton corps si beau,<br>Comme une étoffe vacillante,<br>Miroiter la peau!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sur ta chevelure profonde<br>Aux âcres parfums,<br>Mer odorante et vagabonde<br>Aux flots bleus et bruns,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comme un navire qui s'éveille<br>Au vent du matin,<br>Mon âme rêveuse appareille<br>Pour un ciel lointain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tes yeux, où rien ne se révèle<br>De doux ni d'amer,<br>Sont deux bijoux froids où se mêle<br>L'or avec le fer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">À te voir marcher en cadence,<br>Belle d'abandon,<br>On dirait un serpent qui danse<br>Au bout d'un bâton.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sous le fardeau de ta paresse<br>Ta tête d'enfant<br>Se balance avec la mollesse<br>D'un jeune éléphant,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Et ton corps se penche et s'allonge<br>Comme un fin vaisseau<br>Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge<br>Ses vergues dans l'eau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comme un flot grossi par la fonte<br>Des glaciers grondants,<br>Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte<br>Au bord de tes dents,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je crois boire un vin de Bohême,<br>Amer et vainqueur,<br>Un ciel liquide qui parsème<br>D'étoiles mon coeur!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Dancing Serpent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indolent darling, how I love<br>To see the skin<br>Of your body so beautiful<br>Shimmer like silk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon your heavy head of hair<br>With its acrid scents,<br>Adventurous, odorant sea<br>With blue and brown waves,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a vessel that awakens<br>To the morning wind,<br>My dreamy soul sets sail<br>For a distant sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes where nothing is revealed<br>Of bitter or sweet,<br>Are two cold jewels where are mingled<br>Iron and gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see you walking in cadence<br>With fine abandon,<br>One would say a snake which dances<br>On the end of a staff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the weight of indolence<br>Your child-like head sways<br>Gently to and fro like the head<br>Of a young elephant,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your body stretches and leans<br>Like a slender ship<br>That rolls from side to side and dips<br>Its yards in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a stream swollen by the thaw<br>Of rumbling glaciers,<br>When the water of your mouth rises<br>To the edge of your teeth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems I drink Bohemian wine,<br>Bitter and conquering,<br>A liquid sky that scatters<br>Stars in my heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Snake that Dances </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love to watch, while you are lazing,<br>Your skin. It iridesces<br>Like silk or satin, smoothly-glazing<br>The light that it caresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under your tresses dark and deep<br>Where acrid perfumes drown,<br>A fragrant sea whose breakers sweep<br>In mazes blue or brown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul, a ship, to the attraction<br>Of breezes that bedizen<br>Its swelling canvas, clears for action<br>And seeks a far horizon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes where nothing can be seen<br>Either of sweet or bitter<br>But gold and iron mix their sheen,<br>Seem frosty gems that glitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see you rhythmically advancing<br>Seems to my fancy fond<br>As if it were a serpent dancing<br>Waved by the charmer's wand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the languorous moods that weigh it,<br>Your childish head bows down:<br>Like a young elephant's you sway it<br>With motions soft as down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your body leans upon the hips<br>Like a fine ship that Iaves<br>Its hull from side to side, and dips <br>Its yards into the waves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, as by glaciers ground, the spate<br>Swells hissing from beneath,<br>The water of your mouth, elate,<br>Rises between your teeth — </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems some old Bohemian vintage<br>Triumphant, fierce, and tart,<br>A liquid heaven that showers a mintage <br>Of stars across my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dancing Serpent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indolent love, with what delight<br>I watch the tawny flesh<br>Of your sweet body shimmer bright<br>As a bright silken mesh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On your thick tresses, love, you wear<br>Sharp perfumes for a crown,<br>A venturesome sweet sea, your hair,<br>With billows blue and brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes never betray by sign<br>What grief or joy they hold,<br>They are cold jewels that combine<br>Strong iron and rare gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as a vessel that awakes<br>When morning breezes rise,<br>So my dream-laden spirit takes<br>Off for strange distant skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your sinuous cadenced walk enhancing<br>Your slim proud gait, a frond<br>Swaying, you are, or a snake dancing<br>Atop a fakir's wand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under a laziness like lead<br>Your childlike head aslant<br>Sways soft and gentle as the head<br>Of a young elephant,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your body like a slender ship<br>In tense or bowing motion<br>Rolls, slow, from side to side to dip<br>Its yards deep in the ocean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ice thawed by currents from the south <br>Swell the swift streams beneath,<br>So when the water of your mouth <br>Rises against your teeth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to drink Bohemian wine <br>Victorious and tart,<br>A liquid sky that strews benign <br>Stars in my peaceful heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Dancing Serpent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I love to watch, dear indolent creature,<br>The skin of your so<br>Beautiful body glisten, like some<br>Quivering material!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On your deep coiffure<br>Bitter scented,<br>Scented, restless sea,<br>With the blue and brown waves,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a ship waking<br>To the wind of morning,<br>My dreamy soul prepares<br>For skies far away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your eyes, where nothing is revealed<br>Of sweet or sour,<br>Are two cold gems whose gold<br>Is mixed with iron.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seeing your harmonious walk,<br>Abandoned beauty,<br>One would say a snake was dancing<br>At the end of a stick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the weight of your sloth<br>Your infant head<br>Is balanced with the indolence<br>Of a young elephant,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your body bends and stretches<br>Like a delicate ship<br>Pitching from side to side and sinking<br>Its spars in the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a wave swelled by the melting<br>Of a groaning glacier,<br>When your saliva rises<br>To the edges of your teeth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel I drink some Bohemian wine,<br>Bitter, victor,<br>A liquid sky that scatters<br>Stars in my heart!</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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De ton corps si beau,
Comme une étoffe vacillante,
Miroiter la peau!

Sur ta chevelure profonde
Aux âcres parfums,
Mer odorante et vagabonde
Aux flots bleus et bruns,

Comme un navire qui s'éveille
Au vent du ..."></div>
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