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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Woman Of Malabar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your feet are as slender as hands, your hips, to me,<br>wide enough for the sweetest white girl’s envy:<br>to the wise artist your body is sweet and dear,<br>and your great velvet eyes black without peer.<br>In the hot blue lands where God gave you your nature<br>your task is to light a pipe for your master,<br>to fill up the vessels with cool fragrance<br>and chase the mosquitoes away when they dance,<br>and when dawn sings in the plane-trees, afar,<br>fetch bananas and pineapples from the bazaar.<br>All day your bare feet go where they wish<br>as you hum old lost melodies under your breath,<br>and when evening’s red cloak descends overhead<br>you lie down sweetly on a straw bed,<br>where humming birds fill your floating dreams,<br>as graceful and flowery as you it seems.<br>Happy child, why do you long to see France<br>our suffering, and over-crowded land,<br>and trusting your life to the sailors, your friends,<br>say a fond goodbye to your dear tamarinds?<br>Scantily dressed, in muslins, frail,<br>shivering under the snow and hail,<br>how you’d pine for your leisure, sweet and free,<br>body pinned in a corset’s brutality,<br>if you’d to glean supper amongst our vile harms,<br>selling the scent of exotic charms,<br>sad pensive eyes searching our fog-bound sleaze,<br>for the lost ghosts of your coconut-trees!</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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