“Elevation” by Charles Baudelaire

Originally posted on Stuff Jeff Reads:
Source: Wikipedia Since there are various translations of this poem, I am including the one by Roy Campbell, which is the version in my book. Above the valleys and the lakes: beyond The woods, seas, clouds and mountain-ranges: far Above the sun, the aethers silver-swanned With nebulae, and the…

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Before my eyes did see the sight Of this girl, I’d been blind; Content to see Or think I’d see The world and all around.   Before my eyes could catch the sight Of her in all her bliss, I likened sight Of things that might Compare to nothingness.   Before my gaze perceived the sight Of…

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Within my mind Doth the quandary arise; Which mesmerizes most, The lips or the eyes?   Viridescent diamonds. Coruscate stare. Arresting and piercing In pulchritude. Rare.   The lips tho’ too Are beauty besides. As lovely to see As much as the eyes.   Softer than sunset Painting the sky. The taste of eternity Upon…