July 31, 2003
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rather than filling a post with the somewhat incoherent blatherings of a sniffling, sneezing, feeling sorry-for-herself, overgrown spoiled brat (me) I thought I would just post a poem — this is from a literary work of which I am quite fond —
I will return sooner or later (when I am feeling more myself)
THE SORROWS OF THE MOON
by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
from Les Fleurs du Mal (1861)
This evening, the moon dreams more of laziness
Than beauty; on cotton cushions she rests,
Her discreet hand gives a slight caress,
Before going to sleep, to the contour of her breasts,
On the back of satin avalanches, she dies,
Surrendering herself in long, slow swoons,
And running her eyes over azure skies,
The white visions rising like blooms.
When, sometimes over this globe, in her languor
She lets out a furtive tear,
A pious poet, enemy of sleep, comes,
And in the hollow of his hand takes her pale tears,
Like fragments of opal from her iris mirrors,
And hides them in his heart, far from the eyes of the sun.
Translation copyright© 1999 by William A. Sigler. All rights reserved.
Comments (6)
I’ll return then when you are yourself… Am not talking to the other woman!…
Get well!…
So, you’ve returned and so have I… First I had skipped the poem, but just read it… It’s a fairly simple one, but that makes it speak to me more… And whether I like it – well, Beaudelaire is considered Goth…
What I fancy in poetry, also goes for my own paintings (as for art in general – my taste runs wide)… I do not want the responsibility, let alone make the claim, to change the world, or have some big Message… I just want to do a good job on it, but ultimately it’s not me who has to like it… So I am glad you do.
:) beautiful words…per being sick. Is ok to feel sorrow for yourself !! As I told a recently sick patient of mine….every once and awhile you have the right to feel sick and sorrow for yourself :bighug:
I get my allergy testing done this afternoon and then I will be taking a blessed Zyrtec – I’ve been in hell all week, so I can completely empathize with you. Feel better soon!
Just beautiful…
I’m rather fond of “somewhat incoherent blatherings of a sniffling, sneezing, feeling sorry-for-herself, overgrown spoiled brat” blogs at times…y’know? You have to do it….or explode. That’s my theory at least.
The poem? It’s wonderful……thanks.
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