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Exotic Perfume

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When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold
I breathe the burning odours of your breast,
Before my eyes the hills of happy rest
Bathed in the sun's monotonous fires, unfold.
 
Islands of Lethe where exotic boughs
Bend with their burden of strange fruit bowed down,
Where men are upright, maids have never grown
Unkind, but bear a light upon their brows.
 
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails outwearied of the wandering seas

Balconul

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Eşti mama amintirii, amanta mea perfectă
Sursa plăcerii mele şi singura dorinţă
Cum ai putea să uiţi atingerile tandre
Căldura casei tale şi focul din fiinţă,
Mamă a amintirii, amanta mea perfectă?
 
Şi-n fiecare noapte, pe când cărbunii ard
Stăm în balcon şi-acolo miroase a trandafiri
Ce moale îţi simt sânul, iar sufletul ţi-e cald,
Ce lucruri minunate ne spunem din priviri
În fiecare noapte, pe când cărbunii ard.
 
Ce mândru e apusul în zilele-arzătoare
Cât de adânc e spaţiul, şi inima se strânge
Dar când m-aplec spre tine, crăiasă a iubirii
Simt că respir parfumul ce-l are al tău sânge
Când mândru e apusul în zilele-arzătoare
 
Noaptea în jur se lasă ca un perete gros
Iar ochii mei devin pupile pentru tine
A ta suflare-o beau, şi dulce e otrava
Când mâinile-ţi frământă picioarele divine
Iar noaptea-n jur se lasă ca un perete gros.
 
Eu ştiu arta cea dulce, dar foarte dificilă
Cu capu-n poala ta să aflu alinare
Căci unde-n altă parte să caut fericirea
Decât în trupul tău şi-n inima ta mare
Căci ştiu arta cea dulce, dar foarte dificilă.
 
Parfumuri, jurăminte şi mii de sărutări
Vor mai ieşi vreodată din golful fără fund?
Aşa cum astrul zilei se-nalţă iar pe cer
Deşi s-a scufundat într-un ocean profund?
Parfumuri, jurăminte şi mii de sărutări!
 

Doomed women (Delphine and Hippolyte)

By the pale glow of languishing lamp lights,
lying on deep cushions saturated with scent,
Hippolyte dreamed of the powerful caresses
that drew the curtain off her youthful innocence.
 
She sought with eyes made unquiet by the storm
the already distant sky of her candidness
as a traveller would turn his head back toward
the blue horizons he walked past in the morning
 
The unhurried tears held back by her eyelashes,
her broken air, stupor, and doleful delight,
her vanquished arms thrown back like useless weapons,
all served and adorned her fragile beauty.
 
Lying at her feet, serene and full of joy,
Delphine kept watching her with eyes full of flames,
like a strong beast would watch a prey after having
sunk his teeth inside it to tag it as a prey.
 
Strong beauty kneeling in front of a beauty frail,
magnificent, she would inhale voluptuously
the wine of her triumph as she leaned toward her,
as if to be granted a sweet acknowledgement.
 
She sought deep in the eyes of her pallid victim
the inaudible hymn that is sung by pleasure,
and this infinite and sublime gratitude
that eyelids let out like a prolonged sigh.
 
'Hippolyte, dear heart, what do you think of this?
Will you now understand that you should not offer
the sacred holocaust of your early roses
to vehement breaths that could wither them to death?
 
My kisses are as light as these transient mayflies
that brush in the evening the great transparent lakes,
while those of your lover will dig their deep furrows
like chariots would, or some harrowing ploughs
 
They will pass over you like a heavy carriage,
horses or bullocks and their unforgiving hooves
Hippolyte, my sister, would you look at me,
my heart and soul, better half and everything,
 
would you cast at me a glance full of sky and stars?
For one of these charming gazes of divine balm,
I would unveil the most obscure of the delights,
I would put you to sleep in a dream without end!'
 
That is when Hippolyte raised her juvenile head:
'Ungrateful I am not, nor am I repentant.
Delphine dear, I suffer and I am most alarmed,
as would be after a nocturnal frightful meal.
 
I feel heavy terrors gather to pounce on me,
and dark ghostly legions of scattered spirits
trying to lead me down heaving and winding paths
enclosed from all sides by bloody horizons.
 
Would it be that we did perpetrate a strange act?
Would you, if possible, explain my troubled fright:
I shudder for fear when you whisper 'my angel!',
and yet I feel my mouth be drawn closer to you.
 
Don't you look at me so, you my only concern!
You whom I'll always love, you my chosen sister,
even if you were a pitfall along my path,
and the beginning of a certain perdition!'
 
While shaking her fair mane dramatically, Delphine,
as if she were twitching on an iron tripod,
answered with fateful eyes in a despotic voice:
'Who dares, in front of love, evoke damnation?
 
Forever damned be he, the useless dreamer
who was the first to set, in his stupidity,
to solve a problem both unsolvable and sterile,
have honesty meddle in the matters of love!
 
He who strives to unite in a mystical pact
the shadow and the heat, the night and plain daylight,
will never warm up his paralytic body
to the blazing sun that goes by the name of love!
 
Go, if you so desire, fetch an uncouth suitor,
offer your virgin heart to his cruel kisses.
And then, filled with remorse and horror, and livid,
you'll come back to bring me your now defaced breasts...
 
No more than one master can be pleased here below!'
Then the child, pouring out an immense suffering,
burst out 'I feel a chasm widening in my being,
and this gaping chasm is no other than my heart!
 
A blazing volcano, unfathomable void!
Nothing will ever sate this foul moaning monster,
nothing will ever quench the thirst of the Fury
that draws blood from the burns inflicted by her torch1
 
Let our drawn curtains set us apart from the world,
let our tiredness bring some rest to us at last!
I want to annihilate myself in your bosom,
find lying on your breast the fresh air of the tomb!
 
Come down now, come down now, ye pitiful victims,
come down the path that leads to everlasting hell!
Dive to the deep end of the pit, where all the crimes
get flayed by a wind that doesn't come from Heaven
 
and teem haphazardly in a growl of thunder.
Foolish shadows, run to the aim of your desires.
Never will you succeed in satiating your rage,
and your punishment will be born from your pleasures.
 
Never was your cave lit by a fresh beam of light.
Through every wall crack, feverish miasmas seep
and come ablaze, shining as fiery lanterns,
suffusing your bodies with their horrendous stench.
 
The harsh barrenness of your lustful enjoyment
exacerbates your thirst and parches your skin taut,
and the enraged wind blown by concupiscence
makes your flesh flap and slap like a decrepit flag.
 
Away from living folks, wandering, outcast,
run ye through the deserts, among wild packs of wolves.
Make your own destiny, ye poor unruly souls,
flee this infinity you bear inside yourselves!
 

• 1. Mmm... I bet 'sang' is just there for the rhyme.
  Come on, Charles, get a grip!

Îmbătat(Ă) Regăsește-te

Trebuie-n fieș'ce clipă 'îmbătat(Ă)' a te regăsi
Nimic mai mult nu e de spus-singura cale-i
Astfel tu a nu simți cea odioasă
apăsare-a celei vremi
care te apleacă și la pământ te-ngenunchiaza
trebuie neîncetat 'îmbătat(Ă) ' a te regăsi.
 
Însă cu ce?! ..Vin, poezie ori virtute ..
fie cum dorința-ți e .. Însă îmbătat(Ă)
regăsește-te !
Și de uneori, pe urcușul unui palat
ori iarba cea verde de pe marginea celui șanț
în dureroasa goliciune din dormitoru tău
din nou te regăsești,
îmbătarea-ți deja pălită ori trecută
întreabă tu cel vânt, cel val
cea stea, cea pasăre, cel ceas
tot ce-i trecător, fiece freamăt, fiece-ntâmplare
fiece voce, fiece grai ...
întreabă ce vreme-a sosit, iar
vântul, valul, steaua, ceasul...
ele-ți vor răspunde:
Vremea-i tu a te-'mbăta' !
Astfel a nu fi îndurerați prizonieri celui timp
'Îmbătat(ă)' regăsește-te, neîncetat
găsește-te 'îmbătat(ă)'
De/ În Vin, poezie ori virtute...
precum pofta-ți sulfetului- ți e