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In the caresses of thy mane I find once more the langours of long hours passed on a divan, in the cabin of a tall ship; hours rocked by the imperceptible roll of the cradling har- bour, among jars of flowers and cooling foun- tains. In the blazing hearth of thy mane I breathe the scent of tobacco mixed with opium and sugar; in the night of thy mane I see glitter the infinity of tropical azure; upon the swan-soft banks of thy mane I intoxicate myself with the mingled odours of tar, of musk, and of the oil of coconut. Let me bite long, long, thy …
1928 · PDF PAGE 168
Then at last my soul broke forth, and wisely did she cry, No matter where, no matter where, so long as it is out of the world!
1928 · PDF PAGE 90
…sy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long days march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all men, it has been realized by none. In the evening you were a little tired, and wanted to sit down in …
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XVII A WORLD IN A MANE LET me breathe long, long, the scent of thine hair; let me plunge my whole face into it as a thirsty man does in the water of a spring; let me stir thy tresses with thy hand like a per- fumed kerchief to wave memories in the air! If thou couldst know all that I see, all that I feel, all that I hear in thy hair! my soul goes journeying upon the wings of perfume like that of other men upon the wings of music. Thy hair contains a world of dream, full of sails and masts; it holds great seas whose winds bear me to charming cli…
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…he cannot share her reverie, or she who is quite alone? I do not know. . . . Once upon a time it happened to me that I fol- lowed during long hours a mournful old woman of this type; stiff, straight, under a little word- out shawl; she bore herself in all her being with stoical pride. She was evidently condemned by absolute solitude to the habits of a celibate of long standing, and the masculine character of her manners added something mysteriously pi- quant to their austerity. I do not know in what
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miserable café and on what she dined; I fol- lowed her to the reading-room, and I watched her a long while, while she sought in the news- papers with quick glancing eyes, long since burnt out by tears, some news of powerful and personal interest. At last, in the afternoon, under a charming autumn sky, one of those skies whence de- scend the armies of regret and of remem- brance, she seated herself in a garden, aside, far from the crowd, to listen to one of those concerts whose regimental music the people of Paris so enjoy. That was doubtless th…
1928 · PDF PAGE 121
both at once, and I think one would become quite mad if one listened too long. One of them, drawing his bow across his violin, seemed to tell the story of some grievance, and the other, making his little hammer dance upon the strings of a little piano that was hung to his neck by a strap, seemed to be laughing at his neighbors complaint, while the third from time to time clashed his cymbals with an extraordinary violence. They were so pleased with themselves that they kept on playing their wild mens music even after the crowd had dispersed; f…
1928 · PDF PAGE 182
…sold or complimentary, and to assign seats to ticket holders. XXIII. Santerres drums. XLVI. Yeats, etc. Baudelaire here alludes to some long since forgotten poetasters of his day. L. The incident of the Villa Hermosa seems to refer to some incidents in Baudelaires life.
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there was not, to tell the truth, any longer the bone of contention. The piece of bread had disappeared, and was scattered in crumbs like the grains of sand with which it was mingled. This sight hard darkened the landscape for me, and the calm joy, in which my soul danced before it saw these miniatures of men, had vanished utterly. On that account I remained sad for a long while, saying to myself over and over again, There is then a sublime country where bread is called cake, and is so rare a delicacy that it may beget war between broth- ers.
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…is something like twilight; somewhat blue, somewhat rosy. A dream of pleasure at the hour of the eclipse! The articles of furniture have long, low, lan- guid shapes; one would say that they dream; they seem endowed, as vegetables and miner- als are, with a somnambulistic life. The cover- ings speak with the same silent language as flowers, skies, and sunsets. On the walls no artistic abomination; as compared with pure dream, unanalysed im- pression, definite and positive art is a blas- phemy. Here everything has the suffering clearness and the …
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XIV THE OLD MOUNTEBANK EVERYWHERE spread and moved and frol- icked the holiday folk. It was one of those fes- tivals on which, since long, mountebanks, trick performers, menagerie proprietors, and ped- lars count to make up for the slack seasons of the year. On such days it seems to me that the peo- ple forgets everything, both sorrow and toil; it becomes as children are; for the children it is a holiday, for the frown-ups it is an armistice concluded with the maleficent powers of life, a respite in the universal strife and struggle. The man of…
1928 · PDF PAGE 156
…ept death, you would not take so much trouble, O toilsome folk that are alive, and you would trouble less often the slumber of those who long since have hit the mark, the sole true mark of detestable life.
1928 · PDF PAGE 133
…rely and who fled so quickly, like a beautiful, regrettable thing which the traveller, borne away into the night, leaves behind him. How long it is since she disappeared. She is beautiful, and more than beautiful. She is surprising. In her black abounds, and every thought that she inspires is of night and the abyss. Her eyes are two caverns where mystery sparkles vaguely, and her glance kin- dles like lightning. It is an explosion in the depths of shadow. I would compare her to a black sun; if one could imagine a black star that shed light and …
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…desire of greatness, beauty, glory, all that which makes a man be- lieve in immortality. But this miraculous girl was too lovely to live long, and some days after I had become acquainted with her she died. It was I myself that buried her, one day when the Spring swung its thurible even within cemeteries. It was I that buried her, well shut up into a bier of perfumed wood, incorruptible as are the cof- fers of India. And as my eyes remained fastened on the place wherein was buried my treasure, I saw (on a sudden) a little person who resembled th…
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…and the happy days of youth. Ah, where did you get this white hair? You were not like that when you were house-surgeon under L, not so long ago, either. I remem- ber that it was you who helped him in major operations.There, if you like, was a man who loved cutting, trimming and lopping! It was you who looked after his instruments, his thread and his sponges, and the operation completed, how proudly he would say, looking at his watch, Five minutes, gentlemen. Oh yes, I go everywhere. I know these gentlemen very well. A moment later she add…
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munched, devoured, swallowed, but with the lightest and most careless air in the world. She retained me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commi…
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…ce. It is there that we much go and live, it is there that we must go and die. Yes, it is there that we must go and breathe, dream, make long the hours by rea- son of the infinity of sensations that they hold; a musician has written, Will you dance with me?; who will compose Will you come with me? That one may offer it to the beloved one, the souls sister! Yes, it is in this atmosphere that life is gooddown there, where the slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike happiness with a deeper, a more meaning so- lemnity. Upo…
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…ns slung at their wasted breasts, and many another was there. The great Satan knocked with his fist on his enormous belly, whence came a long, resound- ing clangour of metal, which ended in a vague groan as of many human voices, and he laughed, showing shamelessly his decayed teeth in an enormous and imbecile guffaw, just as do certain men in every country when they have dined too well. And he said to me: I can give thee that which obtains all that which is worth all, that which replaces all; and he beat upon his mon- strous belly, whose sono…
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… or dairymans cart, and show by their triumphant barks the proud pleasure which they experience in rivalling horses? Here are two who belong to a yet more civi- lized order; let me introduce you to the acro- bats room in his absence. A bed of painted wood without curtains; bed-clothes dragging on the floor and full of bugs; two straw chairs, a cast-iron stove, one or two damaged instru- ments of music. Oh, what depressing furniture! But look, I beg you, at these two intelligent personages, clothed in robes at once sumptu- ous and frayed, thei…
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… lofty billows of the sea. Strange faces were there, of men and women, marked with a fatal beauty; it seemed to me that I had known them long since, at times and in countries whose exact remem- brance I could no longer fix, and which rather inspired me with a fraternal sympathy than with that fear which usually arises at the sight of the unknown. If I wished to try to define in any way their strange expression, I would say that never have I seen eyes that shone more forcefully with the horror of boredom and with the immortal desire to feel them…