<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354548" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To She Who Is Too Light-hearted</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your head, your gesture, your air,<br>are lovely, like a lovely landscape:<br>laughter’s alive, in your face,<br>a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.<br>The dour passer-by you brush past there,<br>is dazzled by health in flight,<br>flashing like a brilliant light<br>from your arms and shoulders.<br>The resounding colours<br>with which you sprinkle your dress,<br>inspire the spirits of poets<br>with thoughts of dancing flowers.<br>Those wild clothes are the emblem<br>of your brightly-hued mind:<br>madcap by whom I’m terrified,<br>I hate you, and love you, the same!<br>Sometimes in a lovely garden<br>where I trailed my listlessness,<br>I’ve felt the sunlight sear my breast<br>like some ironic weapon:<br>and Spring’s green presence<br>brought such humiliation<br>I’ve levied retribution on<br>a flower, for Nature’s insolence.<br>So through some night, when the hour<br>of sensual pleasure sounds,<br>I’d like to slink, mute coward, bound<br>for your body’s treasure,<br>to bruise your sorry breast,<br>to punish your joyful flesh,<br>form in your startled side, a fresh<br>wound’s yawning depth,<br>and – breath-taking rapture! –<br>through those lips, new and full<br>more vivid and more beautiful<br>infuse my venom, my sister!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354548" data-title="To She Who Is Too Light-hearted de Charles Baudelaire" data-description="Your head, your gesture, your air, are lovely, like a lovely landscape: laughter’s alive, in your face, a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere. The dour passer-by you brush past there, is dazzled by health in flight, flashing like a brilliant ligh..."></div> </div> </div>

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