Poem post--Charles Baudelaire
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badseed1980La Nature est un temple ou de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe a travers des forets de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.
Commes de longs echos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une tenebreuse et profonde unite,
Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarte,
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se repondent.
Il est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants,
Doux comme les hautbois, verts commes les prairies,
--Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies,
Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encense,
Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.
ENGLISH:
Nature is a temple where living pillars
Sometimes emit confused speech;
Man passes through forests of symbols
Which watch him with familiar gazes.
As far off echoes from a distance meld
In a shadowy and profound unity,
Vast as the night and vast as the light,
Perfumes, colors and sounds correspond.
There are perfumes fresh as the flesh of infants
Sweet as oboes, green as meadows,
--And others, corrupt, rich and triumphant,
Having the expansion of infinite things,
Like amber, musk, benzoin and incense,
Which sing the transports of the spirit and the senses.
This has been running in my mind for the past few days. I learned it by heart in college, and it stuck with me. It's not Baudelaire's best poem, but the way he describes the near-chaotic harmony of the senses here...it always fits when I'm in a truly decadent mood. Give me chocolate, sex, music, perfume, and the play of light over rich and vibrant colours, and I will be a happy girl. I am really in a mood for total sensory excess.
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe a travers des forets de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.
Commes de longs echos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une tenebreuse et profonde unite,
Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarte,
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se repondent.
Il est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants,
Doux comme les hautbois, verts commes les prairies,
--Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies,
Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encense,
Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.
ENGLISH:
Nature is a temple where living pillars
Sometimes emit confused speech;
Man passes through forests of symbols
Which watch him with familiar gazes.
As far off echoes from a distance meld
In a shadowy and profound unity,
Vast as the night and vast as the light,
Perfumes, colors and sounds correspond.
There are perfumes fresh as the flesh of infants
Sweet as oboes, green as meadows,
--And others, corrupt, rich and triumphant,
Having the expansion of infinite things,
Like amber, musk, benzoin and incense,
Which sing the transports of the spirit and the senses.
This has been running in my mind for the past few days. I learned it by heart in college, and it stuck with me. It's not Baudelaire's best poem, but the way he describes the near-chaotic harmony of the senses here...it always fits when I'm in a truly decadent mood. Give me chocolate, sex, music, perfume, and the play of light over rich and vibrant colours, and I will be a happy girl. I am really in a mood for total sensory excess.
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Okay . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 07:32 pm (UTC)Or speak any other language but English . . .
Army-speak doesn't count.
Re: Okay . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 07:40 pm (UTC)You know a lot more Russian than anyone I know personally, except of course for
I thought I copied the English translation as well. Will do so.
Re: Okay . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 07:48 pm (UTC)I wish I were fluent in it.
I would love to be able to read Pushkin's works in the original . . .
As well as the Bard Vysotsky.
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:07 pm (UTC)see, I never add the i in that word in transliteration, as I don't hear it pronounced.
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:09 pm (UTC)Re: Okay . . .
Date: 2005-02-23 06:14 pm (UTC)Yeah, we'll both be shiny (in lots of ways!).
Thank you!
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Date: 2005-02-22 07:36 pm (UTC)Done, and done, and DONE!
I have found a new scent I want to wear around you . . . will have to see if anyone I kknow can get me a sample . . . so's you don't know what it is unntil our first date night once I am back. by the way, that will be in the first WEEK I am back . . . barring other engagements we may have.
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Date: 2005-02-22 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 07:56 pm (UTC)I do hope we get to try out the "Irian" blend . . . must come up with a name for it . . . 11, maybe?
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:11 pm (UTC)I am actually getting some Dragon's Blood scent (among other things I shall not tell you yet) with the intention of making that blend. :)
Smeagol then Spike . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 08:19 pm (UTC)I'm for bed, now, pet . . .
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Re: Smeagol then Spike . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 08:24 pm (UTC)And dude, that schizoid style hurts my brain.
Re: Smeagol then Spike . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 08:35 pm (UTC)I am starting to dig the spiky goodness.
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:35 pm (UTC)Re: Smeagol then Spike . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 08:44 pm (UTC)Re: Smeagol then Spike . . .
Date: 2005-02-22 08:50 pm (UTC)Must feed you up with Arrogant Bastard Ale.