Charles BAUDELAIRE e Frederic LEIGHTON – Catherine La Rose Poesia e Arte


    Source: Charles BAUDELAIRE e Frederic LEIGHTON – Catherine La Rose Poesia e Arte Charles BAUDELAIRE e Frederic LEIGHTON • Charles BAUDELAIRE , Frederic Leighton (1830-1896) , pa…

Source: Charles BAUDELAIRE e Frederic LEIGHTON – Catherine La Rose Poesia e Arte

Source: Charles BAUDELAIRE e Frederic LEIGHTON – Catherine La Rose Poesia e Arte

Charles BAUDELAIRE e Frederic LEIGHTON

 The snake dance

What I like to see, dear indolent,
of your gorgeous body
like fabric billowing
shimmer skin

About your deep coma,
the acres perfumes,
scented and wandering sea,
from blue and brown waves,

like a ship that wakes
in the morning wind,
My dreamy soul draws near
to a distant sky.

Your eyes, in which nothing is revealed
of sweet or bitter,
are two cold jewels in which joins
gold with iron.

To see you proceed rhythmically
beautiful of abandonment,
you would say a snake dance
on top of a stick.

Under the burden of your laziness
your head a little girl
swinging with the softness
of a young elephant.

And your body bends and stretches out
like a beautiful vessel
that borders and plunges
her into the water antennas.

Like a flood swollen from the source
of dripping glaciers,
when the water of your mouth goes back
to the edge of your teeth,

I seem to drink a wine from Bohemia
Bitter and victorious,
a liquid sky that sowing
of stars my heart!

~ Charles Baudelaire ~
from The Flowers of Evil

The snake dance

I like to see, dear indolent
Of your body so beautiful,
like a flickering stuff,
Shimmering Skin!

Upon your heavy head of hair
With its acrid perfume,
odorant sea
With blue and brown waves,

As a vessel that awakens
To the morning wind,
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky.

Your eyes where nothing is revealed
by sweet or bitter,
are two cold jewels where mell is
gold with iron.

See you narcher rhythmically,
Belle abandonment,
Seems like a snake dance
at the end of a stick.

Under the fardeu of your laziness
Your child’s head
If balanced softness
From a young elephant,

And your body bends and stretches
like a fine ship
That rolls from side to side and dips
Its yards in the water.

As a stream swollen by melting
The rumbling glaciers,
When the water of your mouth back
the edge of your teeth,

I believe a drink Bohemian wine,
Bitter and victorious,
A liquid sky that scatters
D’stars my heart ~ ~ Charles Baudelaire in Les Fleurs du mal Painting – The Fisherman and the Syren 1856-1858 – Frederic Leighton (1830-1896)

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