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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Le Balcon (The Balcony)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Le Balcon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,<br>Ô toi, tous mes plaisirs! ô toi, tous mes devoirs!<br>Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,<br>La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,<br>Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Les soirs illuminés par l'ardeur du charbon,<br>Et les soirs au balcon, voilés de vapeurs roses.<br>Que ton sein m'était doux! que ton coeur m'était bon!<br>Nous avons dit souvent d'impérissables choses<br>Les soirs illumines par l'ardeur du charbon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!<br>Que l'espace est profond! que le coeur est puissant!<br>En me penchant vers toi, reine des adorées,<br>Je croyais respirer le parfum de ton sang.<br>Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">La nuit s'épaississait ainsi qu'une cloison,<br>Et mes yeux dans le noir devinaient tes prunelles,<br>Et je buvais ton souffle, ô douceur! ô poison!<br>Et tes pieds s'endormaient dans mes mains fraternelles.<br>La nuit s'épaississait ainsi qu'une cloison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses,<br>Et revis mon passé blotti dans tes genoux.<br>Car à quoi bon chercher tes beautés langoureuses<br>Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?<br>Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ces serments, ces parfums, ces baisers infinis,<br>Renaîtront-ils d'un gouffre interdit à nos sondes,<br>Comme montent au ciel les soleils rajeunis<br>Après s'être lavés au fond des mers profondes?<br>— Ô serments! ô parfums! ô baisers infinis!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Balcony</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses,<br>O you, all my pleasure, O you, all my duty!<br>You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses,<br>The peace of the fireside, the charm of the evenings.<br>Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals, <br>The evenings on the balcony, veiled with rose mist; <br>How soft your breast was to me! how kind was your heart! <br>We often said imperishable things, <br>The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!<br>How deep space is! how potent is the heart!<br>In bending over you, queen of adored women,<br>I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.<br>How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night was growing dense like an encircling wall, <br>My eyes in the darkness felt the fire of your gaze <br>And I drank in your breath, O sweetness, O poison! <br>And your feet nestled soft in my brotherly hands. <br>The night was growing dense like an encircling wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the art of evoking happy moments, <br>And live again our past, my head laid on your knees, <br>For what's the good of seeking your languid beauty <br>Elsewhere than in your dear body and gentle heart? <br>I know the art of evoking happy moments.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those vows, those perfumes, those infinite kisses, <br>Will they be reborn from a gulf we may not sound, <br>As rejuvenated suns rise in the heavens <br>After being bathed in the depths of deep seas?<br>— O vows! O perfumes! O infinite kisses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Balcony </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother of memories, queen of paramours, <br>Yourself are all my pleasure, all my duty; <br>You will recall caresses that were yours <br>And fireside evenings in their warmth and beauty. <br>Mother of memories, queen of paramours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On eves illumined by the light of coal, <br>The balcony beneath a rose-veiled sky, <br>Your breast how soft! Your heart how good and whole! <br>We spoke eternal things that cannot die — <br>On eves illumined by the light of coal!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How splendid sets the sun of a warm evening! <br>How deep is space! the heart how full of power! <br>When, queen of the adored, towards you leaning, <br>I breathed the perfume of your blood in flower. <br>How splendid sets the sun of a warm evening!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evening like an alcove seemed to thicken, <br>And as my eyes astrologised your own, <br>Drinking your breath, I felt sweet poisons quicken, <br>And in my hands your feet slept still as stone. <br>The evening like an alcove seemed to thicken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know how to resuscitate dead minutes. <br>I see my past, its face hid in your knees. <br>How can I seek your languorous charm save in its <br>Own source, your heart and body formed to please. <br>I know how to resuscitate dead minutes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These vows, these perfumes, and these countless kisses, <br>Reborn from gulfs that we could never sound, <br>Will they, like suns, once bathed in those abysses, <br>Rejuvenated from the deep, rebound — <br>These vows, these perfumes, and these countless kisses?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Balcony</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Inspirer of my youth, mistress beyond compare,<br>You who were all my pleasures, all my hopes and dreams!<br>Do you recall our cheerful room — our evenings there,<br>Quiet and passionate? Like yesterday, it seems,<br>Inspirer of my youth, mistress beyond compare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evenings lighted by the hushed flame of the coal, <br>The warm rose-misted twilights in the early springs, <br>The balcony! How I adored you, body and soul! <br>And, darling, we have said imperishable things <br>The evenings lighted by the hushed flame of the coal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How splendid were the long slow summer sunsets, too!<br>How large the world appeared to us! How strong and good<br>Life ran then in our veins! When I leaned close to you<br>I thought that I could breathe the perfume of your blood.<br>How splendid were the long slow summer sunsets, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night would close around us like a dim blue wall, <br>And your eyes flashed within the darkness, and the sweet <br>Drug of your breath came over me. Do you recall <br>How I would love to lie for hours holding your feet? <br>The night would close around us like a dim blue wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can relive the ecstasy that Time has slain; <br>At moments I can feel myself between your thighs. <br>What use to hope for anything like that again <br>With someone else? What use to seek in any wise? <br>I can relive the ecstasy that Time has slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those cries, those long embraces, that remembered scent:<br>Can they be lost for ever? Will they not come round<br>Like stars, like suns, to blaze upon the firmament<br>Of future worlds, from the abyss we cannot sound?<br>— O cries! O long embraces! O remembered scent!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Balcony</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mistress of mistresses, mother of memories, <br>O you my every pleasure, you my every duty! <br>You shall recall our blandishments and ecstasies, <br>The warm peace of our hearth, the evening's placid beauty. <br>Mistress of mistresses, mother of memories!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evenings illumined by the glow of coals afire <br>Or on the balcony, veiled in a rosy mist. <br>How soft your breast, how kind your heart to my desire! <br>We said imperishable things the while we kissed, <br>Evenings illumined by the glow of coals afire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How glorious the sunset on warm summer nights! <br>How deep space is! the human heart how competent! <br>As I bent over you, queen of my soul's delight, <br>I thought I breathed your blood with its suave acrid scent. <br>How glorious the sunset on warm summer nights!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night grew dense, forming a wall to compass us, <br>Across the dark your eyes bound mine with golden bands, <br>I drank your breath in deep, O sweet, O poisonous! <br>Your slender feet slept softly in my gentle hands. <br>The night grew dense, forming a wall to compass us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The resurrection of glad moments is an art <br>I know: I live anew, my head pressed to your knees, <br>For where, if not in your loved flesh and tender heart,<br>Can I seek out the wonder of your languidness?<br>The resurrection of glad moments is an art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These vows, these fragrant scents, these kisses without end,<br>Shall they be born again out of infinity?<br>As suns rejuvenated in the skies ascend,<br>Having been laved in the unfathomable sea?<br>— O vows! O fragrant scents! — O kisses without end!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Le Balcon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>mother of memories, mistress of mistresses <br>— thou, all my pleasure, thou, my fealties all!<br>thou shalt recall each kiss how soft it is,<br>how warm our hearth, the night how magical,<br>mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">long hours illumined by the glowing fire<br>long balcony-hours veiled with misty rose;<br>soft pillowing breast! heart warm to my desire!<br>and all the imperishable things we whispered, those<br>long hours illumined by the glowing fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how softly shone the golden, shimmering sun!<br>how deep the skyey space! how rich love's power!<br>for bending toward thee, most belovèd one,<br>I seemed to breathe thy pulses like a flower.<br>how softly shone the golden, shimmering sun!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night with her thickening wall imprisoned us,<br>eyes groped for widening eyes the black withheld,<br>I drank thy breath, o sweet, o poisonous!<br>thy feet slept in my hands fraternal held;<br>Night with her thickening wall imprisoned us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my magic art evoked a rapture perished,<br>for in thy clasp I saw my youth afresh,<br>could others yield the languorous charm I cherished,<br>thy gentle heart, thy dear and lovely flesh?<br>my magic art evoked a rapture perished!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but — vows and fragrance, infinite desire —<br>shall they arise from gulfs too deep to plumb,<br>as morn by morn new suns of rosier fire<br>mount, laved in some dark sea Elysium?<br>o vows! o fragrance! infinite desire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks</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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Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,
Ô toi, tous mes plaisirs! ô toi, tous mes devoirs!
Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses..."></div>
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