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A level of mental exhaustion has left me little attention span for reading but apparently enough attention for translating French poetry. I am considering releasing a collection of short stories later this year and calling it LEAPING AT THORNS, which would necessitate an epigraph from Charles Baudelaires Flowers of Evil, which I have just translated from Hymn to Beauty (because I didnt like the free online translation I found). I was very literal. Let me know what you think. You work above the dead. Beauty, of all the things you mock, Of all your jewels, Horror is not the least charming, And Murder, among your dearest charms, Dances amusingly upon your massive stomach. The ephemeral flash flies toward you, candle, Crackles, flares and says: we bless this burning! The panting lover rises above his beloved With the air of the dying caressing his tomb. Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty! Monster of enormity, terrifying, sincere. How do your eye, your smile, your foot, open the door to me To an infinite that I love and never knew? -- Charles Baudelaire, Hymn to Beauty, 1861
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 19:08:32 +0000

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