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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Le Léthé (Lethe)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,<br>Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents; <br>Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants <br>Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum <br>Ensevelir ma tête endolorie, <br>Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie, <br>Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre! <br>Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort, <br>J'étalerai mes baisers sans remords <br>Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés <br>Rien ne me vaut l'abîme de ta couche; <br>L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche, <br>Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">À mon destin, désormais mon délice, <br>J'obéirai comme un prédestiné; <br>Martyr docile, innocent condamné, <br>Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur, <br>Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë <br>Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë <br>Qui n'a jamais emprisonné de coeur. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lethe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,<br>Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;<br>I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time<br>In the thickness of your heavy mane,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bury my head, full of pain <br>In your skirts redolent of your perfume, <br>To inhale, as from a withered flower, <br>The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live! <br>In a slumber doubtful as death, <br>I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses <br>Your lovely body polished like copper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bury my subdued sobbing <br>Nothing equals the abyss of your bed, <br>Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips <br>And Lethe flows in your kisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My fate, hereafter my delight, <br>I'll obey like one predestined; <br>Docile martyr, innocent man condemned, <br>Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall suck, to drown my rancor, <br>Nepenthe and the good hemlock <br>From the charming tips of those pointed breasts <br>That have never guarded a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lethe </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rest on my heart, deaf, cruel soul, adored <br>Tigress, and monster with the lazy air. <br>I long, in the black jungles of your hair, <br>To force each finger thrilling like a sword:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within wide skirts, filled with your scent, to hide <br>My bruised and battered forehead hour by hour, <br>And breathe, like dampness from a withered flower, <br>The pleasant mildew of a love that died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rather than live, I wish to sleep, alas! <br>Lulled in a slumber soft and dark as death, <br>In ruthless kisses lavishing my breath <br>Upon your body smooth as burnished brass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To swallow up my sorrows in eclipse, <br>Nothing can match your couch's deep abysses; <br>The stream of Lethe issues from your kisses <br>And powerful oblivion from your lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a predestined victim I submit: <br>My doom, to me, henceforth, is my delight, <br>A willing martyr in my own despite <br>Whose fervour fans the faggots it has lit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To drown my rancour and to heal its smart, <br>Nepenthe and sweet hemlock, peace and rest, <br>I'll drink from the twin summits of a breast <br>That never lodged the semblance of a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lethe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my arms, cruel and sullen thing;<br>Indolent beast, come to my arms again,<br>For I would plunge my fingers in your mane<br>And be a long time unremembering — </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bury myself in you, and breathe your wild <br>Perfume remorselessly for one more hour: <br>And breathe again, as of a ruined flower, <br>The fragrance of the love you have defiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I long to sleep; I think that from a stark <br>Slumber like death I could awake the same <br>As I was once, and lavish without shame <br>Caresses upon your body, glowing and dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To drown my sorrow there is no abyss, <br>However deep, that can compare with your bed. <br>Forgetfulness has made its country your red <br>Mouth, and the flowing of Lethe is in your kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My doom, henceforward, is my sole desire:<br>As martyrs, being demented in their zeal,<br>Shake with delightful spasms upon the wheel,<br>Implore the whip, or puff upon the fire,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I implore you, fervently resigned! <br>Come; I would drink nepenthe and long rest <br>At the sweet points of this entrancing breast <br>Wherein no heart has ever been confined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lethe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tigress adored, indolent fiend, lie there, <br>There on my heart now, merciless and strong, <br>I wish to run my trembling fingers long <br>Through the black tangles of your heavy hair, <br>To plunge my aching head amorous of <br>Your skirts as into secret, perfumed bowers, <br>To breathe your scent as from pale withered flowers <br>The after-flavor of my defunct love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish to sleep rather than live, alas!<br>In slumber deep and sweet as death, O lover,<br>As my fierce and remorseless kisses cover<br>Your lovely body, bright as burnished brass,<br>To bury my stilled sobs in the abysses<br>Of your anodyne bed, to feast upon<br>Your lips that shed potent oblivion,<br>To drink the Lethe flowing in your kisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall delight in following my fate, <br>Obeying it gladly as a man contemned, <br>O docile martyr, innocent condemned <br>To tortures that his fervors aggravate. <br>With suckling lips to quell my spleen and rancor, <br>Nepenthe I shall drain, and hemlock's sweets, <br>Out of the magic tips of pointed teats <br>That never served a human heart for anchor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Le Léthé</div><div style="margin:10px 0">come to my heart, cold viper-soul malign,<br>beloved tiger, hydra indolent;<br>long will I drag my hands incontinent<br>and quivering, through this vast loosed mane of thine;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">long will I bury throbbing brow and head<br>among thy skirts all redolent of thee,<br>and breathe — a blighted flower of perfidy —<br>the fading odour of my passion dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep!<br>in slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore,<br>I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er<br>thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to drown my sobs and still my spirit — o!<br>no boon but thine abysmal bed avails;<br>poppied oblivion from thy mouth exhales<br>and through thy kisses floods of Lethe flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so to my doom, henceforward my desire,<br>I shall submit as one predestinate;<br>and like a martyr, calm, immaculate,<br>whose fervour prods again his flickering pyre,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll suck, to drown my hate's eternal smart,<br>Nepenthe, and good bitter hemlock brew,<br>from the sharp rose-buds of thy breast, anew,<br>thy breast that never did contain a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lethe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come on my heart, cruel and insensible soul, <br>My darling tiger, beast with indolent airs; <br>I want to plunge for hours my trembling fingers <br>In your thick and heavy mane;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your petticoats filled with your perfume <br>To bury my aching head, <br>And breathe, like a faded flower, <br>The sweet taste of my dead love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to sleep, to sleep and not to live, <br>In a sleep as soft as death, <br>I shall cover with remorseless kisses <br>Your body beautifully polished as copper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To swallow my appeased sobbing <br>I need only the abyss of your bed; <br>A powerful oblivion lives on your lips, <br>And all Lethe flows in your kisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall obey, as though predestined,<br>My destiny, that is now my delight;<br>Submissive martyr, innocent damned one,<br>My ardor inflames my torture,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I shall suck, to drown my bitterness <br>The nepenthe and the good hemlock, <br>On the lovely tips of those jutting breasts <br>Which have never imprisoned love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— TRanslated by Geoffrey Wagner</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lethe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one, <br>Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;<br>I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers<br>Into the heavy tresses of your hair; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in your garments that exhale your perfume <br>I would bury my aching head, <br>And breathe, like a withered flower, <br>The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to sleep! sleep rather than live! <br>And in a slumber, dubious as the tomb's, <br>I would lavish my kisses without remorse <br>Upon the burnished copper of your limbs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To swallow my abated sobs <br>Nothing equals your bed's abyss; <br>Forgetfulness dwells in your mouth, <br>And Lethe flows from your kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My destiny, henceforth my pleasure,<br>I shall obey, predestined instrument, <br>Docile martyr, condemned innocent, <br>Whose fervour but augments his torment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall suck, to drown my rancour,<br>Nepenthe, hemlock, an opiate, <br>At the charming tips of this pointed breast <br>That has never imprisoned a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by Anonymous</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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Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents; 
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants 
Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;

Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum 
Ensevelir ma tête endolorie..."></div>
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