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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Carcass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remember that object we saw, dear soul,<br>In the sweetness of a summer morn:<br>At a bend of the path a loathsome carrion<br>On a bed with pebbles strewn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With legs raised like a lustful woman,<br>Burning and sweating poisons,<br>It spread open, nonchalant and scornful,<br>Its belly, ripe with exhalations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun shone onto the rotting heap,<br>As if to bring it to the boil,<br>And tender a hundredfold to vast Nature<br>All that together she had joined;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sky watched that superb carcass<br>Like a flower blossom out.<br>The stench was so strong that on the grass<br>You thought you would pass out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flies hummed upon the putrid belly,<br>Whence larvae in black battalions spread<br>And like a heavy liquid flowed<br>Along the tatters deliquescing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All together it unfurled, and rose like a wave<br>And bubbling it sprang forth;<br>One might have believed that, with a faint breath filled,<br>The body, multiplying, lived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this world gave out a strange music<br>Like of running water and of wind,<br>Or of grain in a winnow<br>Rhythmically shaken and tossed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Form was erased and all but a vision,<br>A sketch slow to take shape<br>On a forgotten canvas, which the artist finishes<br>From memory alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the rocks a fretting bitch<br>Looked at us with fierce mien<br>Anxious to retrieve from the corpse<br>A morsel that she had dropped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet to this rot you shall be like,<br>To this horrid corruption,<br>Star of my eyes, sun of desire,<br>You, my angel and my passion!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, such you shall be, you, queen of all graces,<br>After the last sacraments,<br>When you go beneath the grass and waxy flowers,<br>To mold among the skeletons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, oh my beauty! You must tell the vermin,<br>As it eats you up with kisses,<br>That I have preserved the form and essence divine<br>Of my decayed loves.</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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In the sweetness of a summer morn:
At a bend of the path a loathsome carrion
On a bed with pebbles strewn,

With legs raised like a lustful woman,
Burning and sweating poisons,
It spread open, nonchalant and..."></div>
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