Poems of CHARLES PIERRE BAUDELAIRE, TRNASLATED BY PETER O’ NEILL

LXXXVI. – LANDSCAPE translation of LXXXVI. – PAYSAGE In order to compose chastely my eclogues, I wantTo sleep under the sky, like the astrologers,And, under the bells, dreamUpon the solemn hymns transported on the winds. Up in the attic, with both hands under my chin, Where I’d see in the atelier those who’d sing and talk ;The pipes, the bells, […]

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