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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Semper Eadem (Ever The Same)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">«D'où vous vient, disiez-vous, cette tristesse étrange,<br>Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?»<br>— Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange<br>Vivre est un mal. C'est un secret de tous connu,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Une douleur très simple et non mystérieuse<br>Et, comme votre joie, éclatante pour tous.<br>Cessez donc de chercher, ô belle curieuse!<br>Et, bien que votre voix soit douce, taisez-vous!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taisez-vous, ignorante! âme toujours ravie!<br>Bouche au rire enfantin! Plus encor que la Vie,<br>La Mort nous tient souvent par des liens subtils.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laissez, laissez mon coeur s'enivrer d'un mensonge,<br>Plonger dans vos beaux yeux comme dans un beau songe<br>Et sommeiller longtemps à l'ombre de vos cils!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever the Same</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-'Whence comes to you, you asked, this singular sadness<br>That rises like the sea on the naked, black rock?'<br>— Once our heart has gathered the grapes from its vineyard,<br>Living is an evil. That's a secret known to all,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A simple pain, with no mystery, <br>As obvious to all men as your gaiety. <br>So abandon your search, inquisitive beauty; <br>And though your voice is sweet, be still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be silent, ignorant! ever enraptured soul! <br>Mouth with the child-like laugh! Still more than Life, <br>Death holds us frequently with subtle bonds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let, let my heart become drunk with a lie; let it <br>Plunge into your fair eyes as into a fair dream <br>And slumber long in the shadow of your lashes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Semper Eadem </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Whence,' ask you, 'does this strange new sadness flow<br>Like rising tides on rocks, black, bare, and vast?'<br>For human hearts, when vintage-time is past,<br>To live is bad. That secret all men know — </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An obvious sorrow, with no mystery, shown, <br>Clear as your joy, to everyone around. <br>O curious one, seek nothing more profound, <br>And speak not, though your voice be sweet in tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush, ignorant! Hush, soul that's still enraptured, <br>And mouth of childish laughter! Neatly captured, <br>Death pulls us, more than life, with subtle wile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh let my thought get drunk upon a lie, <br>And plunge, as in a dream, in either eye, <br>And in their lashes' shadow sleep awhile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Semper Eadem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What in the world,' you said, 'has brought on this black mood, <br>Climbing you as the sea climbs up a naked reef?'<br>— When once the heart has made its harvest (understood <br>By all men, this) why, just to be alive is grief:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pain quite simple, nothing mysterious at all, <br>And like that joy of yours, patent to all we meet; <br>Stop asking questions, then, I beg of you, and fall <br>Silent a while, fair prober, though your voice be sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, yes, be silent, ignorant girl, always so gay, <br>Mouth with the childlike laughter! More than Life, I say, <br>Death has the power to hold us by most subtle ties.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My one fictitious comfort, kindly, let me keep: <br>To plunge as into dreams into your lovely eyes, <br>And in the shadow of your lashes fall asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Edna St. Vincent Millay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Semper eadam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you asked: 'what floods of gloom engulf you — strange<br>as creeping tides against a bare black wall?'<br>— when hearts once crush their grapes and close the grange,<br>life is an evil. secret known to all,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'tis but the common grief each man betrays<br>to all, as you your joy, in eyes or brow<br>so veil, my fair one, your inquiring gaze<br>and though your voice is low, be silent now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">be silent, simple soul! mouth always gay<br>with girlish laughter! more than Life, today,<br>Death binds our hearts with tenuous webs of doom;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">let mine be drunken with the wine of lies,<br>o let me delve for dreams in those deep eyes<br>and slumber long beneath your eyebrows' gloom!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks</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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