The Mask (Baudelaire)
allegorical statue of the way of rebirth
Ernest Christophe, sculptor
thanks Behold the treasure of Florentine;
The undulating form of muscular body,
are divine sisters and Elegance Force.
This woman truly miraculous piece,
Nobly robust, divinely slender
born to reign in
sumptuous beds and entertain the leisure of a prince or a pope. Notes
-thin smile and voluptuous Where the fatuity
ecstasies walks, languid eyes
Those sly and mocking,
The face veil enhances the delicate features tell us
Whose triumphant air:
"The Delight names me and Love me crown! "
to a being endowed with such majesty, charm stimulating
What gives you the kindness! Let us
trembling with the beauty around. Oh
blasphemy of art! Oh surprise brutal!
The divine woman, who promised that
concludes on high into a monster
bicephalous
But no! Mask is just, lied decorated
That face a face that looks exquisite,
And Contemplate by: atrociously contorted,
The real head, face more real,
are hidden under the face lying.
Oh my poor beauty!
magnificent river plunges from your tears in my deep heart.
I drunk your lies and my soul Abreva
In the wave in your eyes the pain is precipitated.
"But why are you crying? In this unique beauty
That tendríaa their feet all mankind,
What mysterious gnaws his flank bad athlete?
- foolish, just sobbing because he has lived!
And because he lives! But what I regret most,
What makes knee tremble
is that tomorrow, alas, continue to live,
Tomorrow, the next day, always! Just like us!
The poem I took from Amediavoz very good site, they recommend =]
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