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November 12, 2005
poison
Wine can clothe the most sordid den in miraculous luxury,
and makes more than one fairy-tale portico rise up in the gold of its red vapours,
like a setting sun in a misty sky.
Opium enlarges that which is boundless,
extends the unlimited, deepens time, digs further into pleasure,
and fills the soul with black gloomy pleasures to its capacity and more.
All that is nothing,
compare to the poison which flows from your eyes,
from your green eyes, lacks where my soul trembles
and sees itself upside down...
My dreams crowd to slake their thirst in those bitter gulfs.
All that is nothing,
compare to the terrible prodigy of your biting saliva,
which plunges my soul into oblivion without remorse
and bearing vertigo on its waves,
casts it up fainting on the shores of death.
Baudelaire
Posted by amin at November 12, 2005 4:37 PM
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