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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bizarre déité, brune comme les nuits,<br>Au parfum mélangé de musc et de havane,<br>Oeuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,<br>Sorcière au flanc d'ébène, enfant des noirs minuits,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je préfère au constance, à l'opium, au nuits,<br>L'élixir de ta bouche où l'amour se pavane;<br>Quand vers toi mes désirs partent en caravane,<br>Tes yeux sont la citerne où boivent mes ennuis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Par ces deux grands yeux noirs, soupiraux de ton âme,<br>Ô démon sans pitié! verse-moi moins de flamme;<br>Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hélas! et je ne puis, Mégère libertine,<br>Pour briser ton courage et te mettre aux abois,<br>Dans l'enfer de ton lit devenir Proserpine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unslakeable Lust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Singular deity, brown as the nights,<br>Scented with the perfume of Havana and musk,<br>Work of some obeah, Faust of the savanna,<br>Witch with ebony flanks, child of the black midnight,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I prefer to constance, to opium, to nuits, <br>The nectar of your mouth upon which love parades; <br>When toward you my desires set out in caravan, <br>Your eyes are the cistern that gives drink to my cares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through those two great black eyes, the outlets of your soul,<br>O pitiless demon! pour upon me less flame;<br>I'm not the River Styx to embrace you nine times,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! and I cannot, licentious Megaera, <br>To break your spirit and bring you to bay <br>In the hell of your bed turn into Proserpine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sed non Satiata </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange goddess, brown as evening to the sight, <br>Whose scent is half of musk, half of havanah, <br>Work of some obi, Faust of the Savanah, <br>Ebony witch, and daughter of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By far preferred to troth, or drugs, or sleep, <br>Love vaunts the red elixir of your mouth. <br>My caravan of longings seeks in drouth <br>Your eyes, the wells at which my cares drink deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through those black eyes, by which your soul respires, <br>Pitiless demon! pour less scorching fires. <br>I am no Styx nine times with flame to wed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor can I turn myself to Proserpine <br>To break your spell, Megera libertine! <br>Within the dark inferno of your bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sed Non Satiata</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dusky as tropic nights, O bizarre deity,<br>Redolent of havana, musk and cordovan,<br>What obeah man or Faust of the Caribbean,<br>Wrought you, child-witch of night, with flanks of ebony?<br>Better than opium or Constanta. Wine or Nuits,<br>Your nectar mouth where Love swoons in a slow pavane,<br>When my desires set forth, a serried caravan,<br>Your eyes are the twin wells where I can slake ennui.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From out these wide black eyes which are your spirit's vent, <br>Heap fires less fierce upon me. O impenitent, <br>I am no tireless Styx to gird you nine times nine, <br>I am no lustful Fury to exhaust your lust, <br>To break your vigor or to make you bite the dust <br>Or in your bed's hell turn into a Proserpine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sed Non Satiata</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange deity, brown as nights,<br>Whose perfume is mixed with musk and Havanah,<br>Magical creation, Faust of the savanna,<br>Sorceress with the ebony thighs, child of black midnights,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I prefer to African wines, to opium, to burgundy, <br>The elixir of your mouth where love parades itself; <br>When my desires leave in caravan for you, <br>Your eyes are the reservoir where my cares drink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From those two great black eyes, chimneys of our spirit,<br>O pitiless demon, throw out less flame at me;<br>I am no Styx to clasp you nine times,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor can I, alas, dissolute shrew,<br>To break your courage, bring you to bay,<br>Become any Proserpine in the hell of your bed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Geoffrey Wagner</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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Au parfum mélangé de musc et de havane,
Oeuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
Sorcière au flanc d'ébène, enfant des noirs minuits,

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