Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil

"It is there that I lived in exalted calm,
In the midst of the azure, the splendor, the waves,
While pregnant with perfumes, naked slaves

Refreshed my forehead with branches of palm,
Whose gentle and only care was to know
The secret that caused me to languish so."

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