Harmonie du soir

Harmonie du soir by Charles Baudelaire
...from "Spleen et idéal"

Now comes the time when, trembling on its stem,
Each flower exhales like an incense burner;
Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;
Melancholy waltz and languid intoxication!

Each flower exhales like an incense burner;
The violin quivers like a distressed heart,
Melancholy waltz and languid intoxication!
The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar.

The violin quivers like a distressed heart,
A tender heart that hates the vast, black void!
The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar;
The sun has drowned in its congealing blood.

A tender heart that hates the vast, black void
Shelters every vestige of the luminous past!
The sun has drowned in its congealing blood ...
In me your memory shines like a silver Eucharist tray!


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