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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Vie Antérieure (My Earlier Life)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes portiques<br>Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,<br>Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,<br>Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Les houles, en roulant les images des cieux,<br>Mêlaient d'une façon solennelle et mystique<br>Les tout-puissants accords de leur riche musique<br>Aux couleurs du couchant reflété par mes yeux.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C'est là que j'ai vécu dans les voluptés calmes,<br>Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs<br>Et des esclaves nus, tout imprégnés d'odeurs,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Qui me rafraîchissaient le front avec des palmes,<br>Et dont l'unique soin était d'approfondir<br>Le secret douloureux qui me faisait languir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Former Life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos <br>Which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors, <br>The pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic, <br>Made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The billows which cradled the image of the sky <br>Mingled, in a solemn, mystical way, <br>The omnipotent chords of their rich harmonies <br>With the sunsets' colors reflected in my eyes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was there that I lived in voluptuous calm,<br>In splendor, between the azure and the sea,<br>And I was attended by slaves, naked, perfumed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who fanned my brow with fronds of palms <br>And whose sole task it was to fathom <br>The dolorous secret that made me pine away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Former Life </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've lived beneath huge portals where marine <br>Suns coloured, with a myriad fires, the waves; <br>At eve majestic pillars made the scene <br>Resemble those of vast basaltic caves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The breakers, rolling the reflected skies, <br>Mixed, in a solemn, enigmatic way, <br>The powerful symphonies they seem to play <br>With colours of the sunset in my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There did I live in a voluptuous calm<br>Where breezes, waves, and splendours roved as vagrants; <br>And naked slaves, impregnated with fragrance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would fan my forehead with their fronds of palm: <br>Their only charge was to increase the anguish <br>Of secret grief in which I loved to languish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Former Life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can remember a country of long, high colonnades <br>Which mirrored in their pale marble the prismatic light <br>Cast from the bright sea billows in a thousand shades, <br>And which resembled a cave of fluted basalt by night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ocean, strewn with sliding images of the sky, <br>Would mingle in a mysterious and solemn way, <br>Under the wild brief sunsets, its tremendous cry <br>With the reflected colors of the ruined day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There did I dwell in quiet luxury apart,<br>Amid the slowly changing hues of clouds and waves; <br>And there I was attended by two naked slaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who sometimes fanned me with great fronds on either side, <br>And whose sole task was to let sink into my heart <br>The dolorous and beautiful secret of which I died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">La Vie antérieure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">aeons I dwelt beneath vast porticoes<br>stained by the sun and sea with fiery dye,<br>whose lordly pillars, stark against the sky,<br>like caverned cliffs in evening's gold arose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rolling surges and their mirror skies<br>blent in a grave mysterious organ-air<br>the chords all-powerful of their music rare<br>with sunset's colours in my glowing eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'twas there I lived before, 'mid azure waves,<br>blue skies and splendours, in voluptuous calm,<br>while, steeped in every fragrance, naked slaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">made cool my brow with waving fronds of palm:<br>— their only care to drive the secret dart<br>of my dull sorrow, deeper in my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Earlier Life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been home a long time among the vast porticos,<br>Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires,<br>Whose grandest pillars, upright, majestic and cold<br>Render them the same, this evening, as caves with basalt spires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swells' overwhelming accords of rich music,<br>Heaving images of heaven to the skies,<br>Mingle in a way solemn and mystic<br>With the colors of the horizon reflected by my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was here I was true to the voluptuous calm,<br>The milieu of azure, the waves, the splendors,<br>And the nude slaves, all impregnated with odors,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who refreshed my brow with waving palms<br>My only care to bring to meaning from anguish<br>The sad secret in which I languish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by William A. Sigler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Previous Existence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a long time I lived under vast colonnades, <br>Stained with a thousand fires by ocean suns, <br>Whose vast pillars, straight and majestic, <br>Made them seem in the evening like grottos of basalt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea-swells, in swaying the pictures of the skies, <br>Mingled solemnly and mystically <br>The all-powerful harmonies of their rich music <br>With the colors of the setting sun reflected by my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is there that I have lived in calm voluptuousness,<br>In the center of the blue, amidst the waves and splendors<br>And the nude slaves, heavy with perfumes,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who refreshed my forehead with palm-leaves, <br>Their only care was to fathom <br>The dolorous secret that made me languish.</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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Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.

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