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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354550" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tout Entière (All of Her)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Le Démon, dans ma chambre haute<br>Ce matin est venu me voir,<br>Et, tâchant à me prendre en faute<br>Me dit: «Je voudrais bien savoir</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parmi toutes les belles choses<br>Dont est fait son enchantement,<br>Parmi les objets noirs ou roses<br>Qui composent son corps charmant,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quel est le plus doux.» — Ô mon âme!<br>Tu répondis à l'Abhorré:<br>«Puisqu'en Elle tout est dictame<br>Rien ne peut être préféré.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lorsque tout me ravit, j'ignore<br>Si quelque chose me séduit.<br>Elle éblouit comme l'Aurore<br>Et console comme la Nuit;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Et l'harmonie est trop exquise,<br>Qui gouverne tout son beau corps,<br>Pour que l'impuissante analyse<br>En note les nombreux accords.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ô métamorphose mystique<br>De tous mes sens fondus en un!<br>Son haleine fait la musique,<br>Comme sa voix fait le parfum!»</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All of Her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil into my high room<br>This morning came to pay a call,<br>And trying to find me in fault<br>Said: 'I should like to know,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among all the beautiful things<br>Which make her an enchantress,<br>Among the objects black or rose<br>That compose her charming body,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which is the sweetest.' — O my soul! <br>You answered the loathsome Creature: <br>'Since in Her all is dittany, <br>No single thing can be preferred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When all delights me, I don't know <br>If some one thing entrances me. <br>She dazzles like the Dawn <br>And consoles like the Night;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the harmony that governs <br>Her whole body is too lovely <br>For impotent analysis <br>To note its numerous accords.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mystic metamorphosis <br>Of all my senses joined in one! <br>Her breath makes music, <br>And her voice makes perfume!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All in One </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Demon called on me this morning, <br>In my high room. As is his way, <br>Thinking to catch me without warning, <br>He put this question: 'Tell me, pray,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the beauties that compose,<br>The strange enchantment of her ways,<br>Amongst the wonders black or rose,<br>Which object most excites your praise,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is the climax in her litany?' <br>My soul, you answered the Abhorred, <br>'Since she is fashioned, all, of dittany, <br>No part is most to be adored.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since I am ravished, I ignore a <br>Degree of difference in delight. <br>She dazzles me like the aurora <br>And she consoles me like the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The harmony's so exquisite <br>That governs her, it is in vain <br>Analysis would try to split <br>The unity of such a strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mystic fusion that, enwreathing <br>My senses, fuses each in each, <br>To hear the music of her breathing <br>And breathe the perfume of her speech.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, All</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil up my attic stair<br>Came tiptoeing a while ago<br>And, trying to catch me unaware,<br>Said laughing, 'I should like to know,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of all her many charms, what springs<br>Most often to your mind? Of all<br>The rose-colored and shadowy things<br>Whereby her beauty may enthrall,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Which is the sweetest?' — O my soul, <br>You answered the abhorrèd Guest: <br>'Her beauty is complete and whole. <br>No single part is loveliest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When she is near, I cannot say <br>What gives me such intense delight. <br>She dazzles like the break of day, <br>She comforts like the fall of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My senses seem to merge in one; <br>The harmony that rules her being <br>Is all my knowledge — I have none <br>Of hearing, smelling, touching, seeing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, no. I cannot make a choice<br>In this sublime bewilderment.<br>Perhaps the music of her scent!<br>Perhaps the perfume of her voice!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tout entière</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this morning, to my chamber bare<br>and high, the Devil came to call,<br>and fain to trap me in a snare,<br>inquired: 'I would know, of all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">— of all the beauties that compose<br>her spell profound, her subtle sway,<br>— of all the bits of black or rose<br>that form her lovely body, say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which is the sweetest?' — o my soul,<br>thou didst reply to the Abhorred:<br>naught can be taken from the whole<br>for every part is a perfect chord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when all to me is ravishing,<br>I know not which gives most delight.<br>like dawn she is a dazzling thing,<br>yet she consoles me like the night;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">too exquisite the harmonies<br>that all her lovely flesh affords,<br>for my poor mind to analyse<br>and note its many rhythmic chords.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o mystic interchange, whereby<br>my senses all are blent in one!<br>her breath is like a lullaby<br>and through her voice rich perfumes run!</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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Dont est fait son enchantement,
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