I wish I were an insomniac...

... because there would be an excuse for staying up till 04:30 am to finish this... And it's not done yet...

 

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 Now I need to tape it... This will be hard to tape as the roses are bulky, but...

My favourite poem by Charles Baudelaire

I could not find a single translation that I liked and therefore used the best parts of three different translations. Talking about about being picky and hard to please.

Conversation (Causerie)

You are a lovely autumn sky, clear and rosy!

But sadness rises in me like the sea,

And as it ebbs, leaves on my sullen lips

The burning memory of its bitter slime.

— Your hand may stroke my breast, but not console.

What it seeks there is but a hole, deep caverned

By women's claws and fangs, and ransacked whole.

Seek not my heart, on which the beasts have ravened.

My heart is a palace polluted by the mob;

They get drunk there, kill, tear each other's hair!

— A perfume swims around your naked breast!...

O Beauty, ruthless scourge of souls, you want it still!*

You with hot eyes that flash in fiery feasts,

Burn up these meagre scraps spared by the beasts!

  *it refers to the heart, that still desires beauty...

Translations I used:

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)

— James McGowan, The Flowers of Evil (New York: Oxford University Press, 1993)

 

More Baudelaire at fleursdumal.org/

I think they prescribe medication...

...for people with as serious a "problem" as mine. XD

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Special thanks to Virve, Tiina, Moonlight and Katherine for some of the material I used.

Created while listening to:

In the Woods: Heart of the Ages

Die Verbannten Kinder Evas: In darkness let me dwell.

(Don't try this at home, unless you hate your neighbors.)