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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354467" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Le Guignon (Ill-Starred)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pour soulever un poids si lourd,<br>Sisyphe, il faudrait ton courage!<br>Bien qu'on ait du coeur à l'ouvrage,<br>L'Art est long et le Temps est court.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loin des sépultures célèbres,<br>Vers un cimetière isolé,<br>Mon coeur, comme un tambour voilé,<br>Va battant des marches funèbres.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— Maint joyau dort enseveli<br>Dans les ténèbres et l'oubli,<br>Bien loin des pioches et des sondes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mainte fleur épanche à regret<br>Son parfum doux comme un secret <br>Dans les solitudes profondes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Evil Fate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To lift a weight so heavy, <br>Would take your courage, Sisyphus!<br>Although one's heart is in the work, <br>Art is long and Time is short.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from famous sepulchers <br>Toward a lonely cemetery <br>My heart, like muffled drums, <br>Goes beating funeral marches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a jewel lies buried <br>In darkness and oblivion, <br>Far, far away from picks and drills;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a flower regretfully <br>Exhales perfume soft as secrets <br>In a profound solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill Luck </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So huge a burden to support <br>Your courage, Sisyphus, would ask; <br>Well though my heart attacks its task, <br>Yet Art is long and Time is short.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from the famed memorial arch <br>Towards a lonely grave I come. <br>My heart in its funereal march <br>Goes beating like a muffled drum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— Yet many a gem lies hidden still <br>Of whom no pick-axe, spade, or drill <br>The lonely secrecy invades;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many a flower, to heal regret, <br>Pours forth its fragrant secret yet <br>Amidst the solitary shades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill-Starred</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man would needs be brave and strong<br>As Sisyphus, for such a task! <br>It is not greater zeal I ask — <br>But life is brief, and art is long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a forsaken mound of clay <br>Where no admirers ever come, <br>My heart, like an invisible drum, <br>Goes beating a dead march all day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a jewel of untold worth <br>Lies slumbering at the core of earth, <br>In darkness and oblivion drowned;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a flower has bloomed and spent <br>The secret of its passionate scent <br>Upon the wilderness profound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill-Starred</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bear a weight that cannot be borne, <br>Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, <br>Although your heart cannot be torn <br>Time is short and Art is long. <br>Far from celebrated sepulchers <br>Toward a solitary graveyard <br>My heart, like a drum muffled hard <br>Beats a funeral march for the ill-starred. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">—Many jewels are buried or shrouded <br>In darkness and oblivion's clouds, <br>Far from any pick or drill bit, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a flower unburdens with regret <br>Its perfume sweet like a secret; <br>In profoundly empty solitude to sit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by William A. Sigler</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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Sisyphe, il faudrait ton courage!
Bien qu'on ait du coeur à l'ouvrage,
L'Art est long et le Temps est court.

Loin des sépultures célèbres,
Vers un cimetière isolé,
Mon coeur, comme un tambour voilé,
Va batt..."></div>
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