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Carpal Tunnel
Joined: Mar 2001
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Wordwind!..."Hyla brook" is my Favorite frost poem, I know it by heart and present it all the time...especially love the last line...thanks! HER HAIR
by Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)-French
O fleece, which covers her neck like wool! O curls! O perfume heavy with nonchalance! Ecstasy! Tonight, in order to people this dark alcove With the memories sleeping in this hair, I want to shake them in the air like a handkerchief!
Languorous Asia and burning Africa, A whole distant world, absent, almost defunct, Lives in your depths, O aromatic forest! As other spirits sail on music, Mine, O my love, swims on your perfume.
I will go there where the tree and man, full of sap, Swoon for a long time in the ardour of the climate; Strong tresses, be the ocean swell that carries me off! You contain, O sea of ebony, a dazzling dream Of sails and rowers of flames and masts;
A resounding port where my soul can drink In long draughts perfume, sound and color; Where ships, gliding in the gold and mixed shades, Open their vast arms to embrace the glory Of a pure sky where eternal heat quivers.
I'll plunge my head in love with intoxification Into that black ocean where she is enclosed; And my subtle spirit which the rolling ocean caresses Will be able to find you again, O fertile idleness! Infinite rockings of my embalmed leisure!
Blue hair, tent of stretched darkness, You give me back the blue of the huge round sky; On the downy edges of your twisted locks My ardor grows drunk on the mingled smells Of coconut oil, of musk and tar.
For a long time! Forever! My hand in your heavy mane Will sow rubies, pearls and sapphires, So that you will never be deaf to my desire! Are you not the oasis where I dream, and the gourd From which I draw in long draughts the wine of memory?
The Only WO'N!
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