stormy weather

storm coming

Evening Harmony

This is the time when each vibrating flower
like a censer, is breathing forth its scent;
perfumes and sounds in the evening air are blent;
melancholy waltz and dizzy languor!

Each flower, like a censer, breathes its scent;
the violin quivers, like a heart that suffers;
melancholy waltz and dizzy languor!
The sky, like an alter, is sad and magnificent.

The violin quivers, like a heart that suffers,
hating the Nothing’s vast and black extent!
The sky, like an alter, is sad and magnificent;
drowning in curdled blood, the sun sinks lower.

A heart that hates the Nothing’s black extent
each vestige of past radiance must gather!
Drowning in curdled blood, the sun sinks lower;…
your memory shines in me like the Sacrament!

– Charles Baudelaire, translated by C.F. MacIntyre

 

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