Читать книгу Poems of Baudelaire (Les Fleurs du Mal) - Charles Baudelaire - Страница 25
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| When I, with eyes shut, on warm autumn eves, The fragrance of your warmer breast respire, I see a country bathed in solar fire Whose happy shores its lustre never leaves; An isle of indolence, where nature raises Singular trees and fruits both sweet and tender, Where men have bodies vigorous and slender And women’s eyes a candour that amazes. Led by your scent to fairer climes at last, I see a port of sails, where every mast Seems weary of the labours of its cruise; While scents of tamarind, blown here and there, Swelling my nostrils as they rinse the air, Are mingled with the chanties of the crews. |
