Friday, April 20, 2012

"My dear, your eyes are weary"

My dear, your eyes are weary;
Rest them a little while.
Assume the languid posture
Of pleasure mixed with guile.
Outside the talkative fountain
Continues night and day
Repeating my warm passion
In whatever it has to say.

             The sheer luminous gown
                           The fountain wears
             Where Phoebe’s very own
                           Color appears
             Falls like a summer rain
                           Or shawl of tears.

~ From "The Fountain" by Charles Baudelaire, trans. by Anthony Hecht. The complete poem is here.

RestWojciech Gerson, 1895

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