Читать книгу Poems of Baudelaire (Les Fleurs du Mal) - Charles Baudelaire - Страница 24
ОглавлениеHymn to Beauty
| Did you spring out of heaven or the abyss, Beauty? Your gaze infernal, yet divine, Spreads infamy and glory, grief and bliss, And therefore you can be compared to wine. Your eyes contain both sunset and aurora: You give off scents, like evenings storm-deflowered: Your kisses are a philtre: an amphóra Your mouth, that cows the brave, and spurs the coward. Climb you from gulfs, or from the stars descend? Fate, like a fawning hound, to heel you’ve brought; You scatter joy and ruin without end, Ruling all things, yet answering for naught. You trample men to death, and mock their clamour. Amongst your gauds pale Horror gleams and glances, And Murder, not the least of them in glamour, On your proud belly amorously dances. The dazzled insect seeks your candle-rays, Crackles, and burns, and seems to bless his doom. The groom bent o’er his bride as in a daze, Seems, like a dying man, to stroke his tomb. What matter if from hell or heaven born, Tremendous monster, terrible to view? Your eyes and smile reveal to me, like morn, The Infinite I love but never knew. From God or Fiend? Siren or Sylph? Invidious The answer—Fay with eyes of velvet, ray, Rhythm, and perfume!—if you make less hideous Our universe, less tedious leave our day. |
