Monday, 12 September 2011

Mmm... Monday: Charles Baudelaire, Part the First


Today has been an extremely long and annoying day, and right now I can think of nothing better to soothe my aching head than a little green tea and a lot of Baudelaire. This is my favourite.

The Ghost

like angels with wild beast's eyes
I shall return to your bedroom
and silently glide toward you
with the shadows of the night;


And, dark beauty, I shall give you
kisses cold as the moon
and the caresses of a snake
that crawls around a grave.


W
hen the livid morning comes,
you'll find my place empty,
and it will be cold there till night.


I
wish to hold sway over
your life and youth by fear,
as others do by tenderness.


 
This translation is by William Aggeler, whom, in my opinion, did it best.

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