Nature is a temple in which living pillars
sometimes give voice to confused words;
man passes there through forest of symbols
which look at him with understanding eyes.
Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance
in a deep and tenebrous unity,
-vast as the dark of night and as the light of the day-
perfumes, sounds and colors correspond.
There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of children,
sweet as oboes, green as meadows
-And others are corrput, and rich, triumphant,
With power to expand into infinity,
like amber and incense, musk, benzoin,
that sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.
Charles Baudelaire
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It is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI had never read. I had not even read Spanish
Who is the author, what does he do it?
I've given a good idea! I feel great blogging any thought or poem that we like!
thank you for sharing these beautiful words ..
bye camilo =)