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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre âme solitaire (What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Que diras-tu ce soir, pauvre âme solitaire,<br>Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois flétri,<br>À la très belle, à la très bonne, à la très chère,<br>Dont le regard divin t'a soudain refleuri?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— Nous mettrons notre orgueil à chanter ses louanges:<br>Rien ne vaut la douceur de son autorité<br>Sa chair spirituelle a le parfum des Anges<br>Et son oeil nous revêt d'un habit de clarté.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Que ce soit dans la nuit et dans la solitude<br>Que ce soit dans la rue et dans la multitude<br>Son fantôme dans l'air danse comme un flambeau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parfois il parle et dit: «Je suis belle, et j'ordonne<br>Que pour l'amour de moi vous n'aimiez que le Beau;<br>Je suis l'Ange gardien, la Muse et la Madone.»</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Will You Say Tonight, Poor Solitary Soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What will you say tonight, poor solitary soul, <br>What will you say, my heart, heart once so withered, <br>To the kindest, dearest, the fairest of women, <br>Whose divine glance suddenly revived you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— We shall try our pride in singing her praises: <br>There is nothing sweeter than to do her bidding; <br>Her spiritual flesh has the fragrance of Angels, <br>And when she looks upon us we are clothed with light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be it in the darkness of night, in solitude, <br>Or in the city street among the multitude, <br>Her image in the air dances like a torch flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes it speaks and says: 'I am fair, I command <br>That for your love of me you love only Beauty; <br>I am your guardian Angel, your Muse and Madonna.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Can You Say, Poor Lonely Soul of Mine </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What can you say, poor lonely soul of mine, <br>Or you, poor heart, so long ago turned sour, <br>To the best, dearest, loveliest, whose divine <br>Regard has made you open like a flower?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll set our pride to sing her highest praise <br>Naught to her sweet authority compares: <br>Her psychic flesh is formed of fragrant airs. <br>Her glances clothe us in a suit of rays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be it in solitude at dead of night, <br>Or in the crowded streets of glaring light, <br>Her phantom like a torch before me streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It speaks: 'I'm beautiful. These orders take.<br>Love naught but Beauty, always, for my sake,<br>Madonna, guardian Angel, Muse of dreams.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Shall You Say Tonight?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shall you say tonight, poor soul so full of care, <br>What shall you say, my heart, heart hitherto so sad, <br>To the most kind, to the most dear, to the most fair, <br>Whose pure serene regard has made you proud and glad?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— We shall set all our pride to sing her holy praise!<br>What sweetness to be hers! To live beneath her sight! <br>Half spirit is her flesh, angelic all her ways; <br>Her glance alone invests us in a robe of light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whether in solitude and deep obscurity, <br>Whether by day among the moving crowd it be, <br>Her phantom like a torch in air will dance and run;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It speaks: 'Beauty is mine; Authority is mine; <br>Love only, for my sake, the noble and the fine: <br>I am thine Angel, Muse, Madonna, all in one.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay</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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Que diras-tu, mon coeur, coeur autrefois flétri,
À la très belle, à la très bonne, à la très chère,
Dont le regard divin t'a soudain refleuri?

— Nous mettrons notre orgueil à chanter ses lou..."></div>
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