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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Le Mort Joyeux (The Joyful Corpse)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dans une terre grasse et pleine d'escargots<br>Je veux creuser moi-même une fosse profonde,<br>Où je puisse à loisir étaler mes vieux os<br>Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux;<br>Plutôt que d'implorer une larme du monde,<br>Vivant, j'aimerais mieux inviter les corbeaux<br>À saigner tous les bouts de ma carcasse immonde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ô vers! noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,<br>Voyez venir à vous un mort libre et joyeux;<br>Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">À travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,<br>Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture<br>Pour ce vieux corps sans âme et mort parmi les morts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Joyful Corpse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a rich, heavy soil, infested with snails, <br>I wish to dig my own grave, wide and deep, <br>Where I can at leisure stretch out my old bones <br>And sleep in oblivion like a shark in the wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a hatred for testaments and for tombs; <br>Rather than implore a tear of the world, <br>I'd sooner, while alive, invite the crows <br>To drain the blood from my filthy carcass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O worms! black companions with neither eyes nor ears,<br>See a dead man, joyous and free, approaching you;<br>Wanton philosophers, children of putrescence,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go through my ruin then, without remorse, <br>And tell me if there still remains any torture <br>For this old soulless body, dead among the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Joyous Dead </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails, <br>I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep <br>Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep <br>Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate all tombs, and testaments, and wills: <br>I want no human tears; I'd like it more, <br>That ravens could attack me with their bills, <br>To broach my carcase of its living gore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O worms! black friends, who cannot hear or see,<br>A free and joyous corpse behold in me!<br>You philosophic souls, corruption-bred,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plough through my ruins! eat your merry way! <br>And if there are yet further torments, say, <br>For this old soulless corpse among the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Happy Dead Man</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Slowly, luxuriously, I will hollow a deep grave, <br>With my own hands, in rich black snail-frequented soil, <br>And lay me down, forspent with that voluptuous toil, <br>And go to sleep, as happy as a shark in the wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No funeral for me, no sepulcher, no hymns; <br>Rather than beg for pity when alive, God knows, <br>I have lain sick and shelterless, and let the crows <br>Stab to their hearts' content at my lean festering limbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O worms! my small black comrades without ears or eyes,<br>Taste now for once a mortal who lies down in bliss.<br>O blithe materialists! O vermin of my last bed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, march remorselessly through me. Come, and devise <br>Some curious new torment, if you can, for this <br>Old body without soul and deader than the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joyful Corpse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a rich fertile loam where snails recess,<br>I wish to dig my own deep roomy grave,<br>There to stretch out my old bones, motionless,<br>Snug in death's sleep as sharks are in the wave.<br>Men's testaments and tombs spell queasiness,<br>The world's laments are not a boon I crave,<br>Sooner, while yet I live, let the crows press<br>My carrion blood from out my skull and nave.<br>O worms, black comrades without eyes or ears,<br>Behold, a dead man, glad and free, appears!<br>Lecher philosophers, spawn of decay,<br>Rummage remorseless through my crumbling head<br>To tell what torture may remain today<br>For this my soulless body which is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</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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Je veux creuser moi-même une fosse profonde,
Où je puisse à loisir étaler mes vieux os
Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde.

Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux;
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