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Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
1821-1867


Themes:  Love and Romance (the dark side)
                       Wine Musings



Hymne ŕ la Beauté  (original French) audio


Other English translations:
Hymn To Beauty (1909 Scott)  A/V
Hymn To Beauty (1928 Martin)
Hymn To Beauty (2013 Bass)



more Charles Baudelaire at
vintagewinepoems.com
from Les fluers du mal (The Flowers of Evil):
The Soul Of Wine  
The Wine Of Lovers * A/V
The Wine Of The Murderer*
The Wine Of The Rag-Pickers 
The Wine Of The Solitary*

Prose poems:
Be Drunk* A/V
The Thyrsus:  To Franz Liszt


* multiple Englsh translations


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Hymn To Beauty
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet
translated by W.  J.  Robertson

Be thou from Hell upspring or Heaven descended,
Beauty! thy look demoniac and divine
Pours good and evil things confusedly blended,
And therefore art thou likened unto wine.

Thine eye with dawn is filled, with twilight dwindles,
Like winds of night thou sprinklest perfumes mild;
Thy kiss, that is a spell, the child's heart kindles,
Thy mouth, a chalice, makes the man a child.

Fallen from the stars or risen from gulfs of error,
Fate dogs thy glamored garments like a slave;
With wanton hands thou scatterest joy and terror,
And rulest over all, cold as the grave.

Thou tramplest on the dead, scornful and cruel,
Horror coils like an amulet round thine arms,
Crime on thy superb bosom is a jewel
That dances amorously among its charms.

The dazzled moth that flies to thee, the candle,
Shrivels and burns, blessing thy fatal flame;
The lover that dies fawning o'er thy sandal
Fondles his tomb and breathes the adored name.

What if from Heaven or Hell thou com'st,  immortal
Beauty? O sphinx-like monster, since alone
Thine eye, thy smile, thy hand opens the portal
Of the Infinite I love and have not known.

What if from God or Satan be the evangel?
Thou my sole Queen! Witch of the velvet eyes!
Since with thy fragrance, rhythm and light, O Angel!
In a less hideous world time swiftlier flies.



from Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry (1919)


CHARLES BAUDELAIRE at AMAZON

Les Fluers du Mal (The Flowers of Evil)
 by Charles Baudelaire / Richard Howard (trans.)

  French and English.  
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