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Les fleurs du mal

Petits poemes en prose

La Fanfarlo

Baudelaire in English

» The Flowers of Evil «

To the Reader

Spleen and the Ideal
The Albatross
The Elevation
I love the thought...
The Beacons
The Sicks Muse
The Venal Muse
The Wretched Monk
The Enemy
Ill Fortune
A Former Life
Gypsies Travelling
Man and the Sea
Don Juan in Hell
Punishment for Pride
The Ideal
The Giantess
The Mask
Hymn to Beauty
The Jewels
Exotic Parfume
Head of Hair
I love you as I love...
You'd entertain the universe...
Sed non satiata
The way her silky garments...
The Dancing Serpent
A Carcass
De profundis clamavi
The Vampyre
Beside a monstrous Jewish whore...
Remorse after Death
The Cat
The Balcony
The Possessed
A Phantom
I give to you these verses...
Semper Eadem
Completely One
What will you say tonight...
The Living Torch
To One Who Is Too Cheerful
The Spiritual Dawn
The Harmony of Evening
The Flask
Misty Sky
The Cat
The Splendid Ship
Invitation to the Voyage
The Irreparable
Autumn Song
» To a Madonna «
Song of the Afternoon
Praises for My Francisca
For a Creole Lady
Moesta et errabunda
The Ghost
Autumn Sonnet
Sorrows of the Moon
The Pipe
A Fantastical Engraving
The Happy Corpse
The Cask of Hate
The Cracked Bell
The Taste for Nothingness
Alchemy of Suffering
Congenial Horror
Prayer of a Pagan
The Pot Lid
Midnight Examination
Sad Madrigal
The Cautioner
The Rebel
Very Far From France
The Gulf
Lament of an Icarus
The Irremediable
The Clock

Parisian Scenes
The Sun
The Insulted Moon
To a Red-Haired Beggar Girl
The Swan
The Seven Old Man
The Little Old Women
The Blind
To a Woman Passing By
Skeletons Digging
Danse macabre
The Love of Illusion
I have not forgotten...
That kind heart you were jealous of...
Mists and Rains
Parisian Dream

The Soul of Wine
The Ragman's Wine
The Murderer's Wine
The Solitary's Wine
The Lovers' Wine

Flowers of Evil
Epigraph for a Condemned Book
A Martyr
Condemned Women: Delphine and Hippolyta
Condemned Women
The Two Good Sisters
The Fountain of Blood
A Beatrice
The Metamorphoses of the Vampire
A Voyage to Cythera
Passion and the Skull

St Peter's Denial
Abel and Cain
Litanies of Satan

The Death of Lovers
The Death of the Poor
The Death of Artists
Day's End
Dream of a Curious Man

To Theodore de Banville

The Waifs
The Setting of the Romantic Sun

The Fountain
Bertha's Eyes
A Face Makes Promises
The Monster

Poem on the Portrait of Honoré Daumier
Lola de Valence
On Tasso in Prison

Diverse Pieces
The Voice
The Unforeseen
The Ransom
To a Girl of Malabar

On the Debut of Amina Boschetti
To M. Eugene Fromentin
A Jolly Tavern

Prose Poems



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The Flowers of Evil

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To a Madonna

Votive in the Spanish Style

Madonna, mistress, out of my distress
I'd like to raise an altar in the depths,
And in the blackest corner of my heart,
From earthly joys and mockeries apart,
Hollow a niche, enamelled gold and blue,
Astonished Statue, sanctified for you.
With polished Verses, metal deftly twined,
Learnedly spangled with my crystal rhymes,
I'll weave a Crown for your celebrity;
And, mortal Mary, in my Jealousy
I'll cut your Cloak in the barbaric mode,
Lined with Distrust, a heavy, stiff abode
Emprisoning those charms I hold so dear;
Brocaded not of Pearls, but of my Tears!
My trembling Lust will do me for your Gown,
Surging Desire that rises or sinks down,
Poises on peaks, or in your valleys rests,
Clothing with kisses all your rosy flesh.
From my Respect I'll make some lovely Shoes
Of satin, for your holy feet to use,
Which, holding them within a soft embrace,
Will take the faithful imprint of their shapes.
If I, with all the craft at my command,
Can not cut out a Moon where you may stand,
Under your heels I'll place that gnawing Snake,
That monster puffed with venom and with hate
That eats my entrails - bruise him with your tread
Victorious Queen, redemption's fountainhead.
My thoughts, set out like Tapers, will be seen
Before your flowery altar, Virgin Queen,
Spangling the deep blue ceiling with their rays,
Always to look at you with fiery gaze;
And since I worship you in every sense
All become Benjamin, or Frankincense,
And, white and snowy peak, around your slopes
My stormy Soul will rise in fragrant Smoke.

At last, so you're my Mary perfectly,
And mixing love with pagan cruelty,
Full of a dark, remorseful joy, I'll take
The seven deadly sins, and of them make
Seven bright Daggers; with a juggler's lore
Target your love within its deepest core,
And plant them all within your panting Heart,
Within your sobbing Heart, your streaming Heart!

Přeložil James McGowan

originale française: LVII. A une Madone

český překlad: Jedné Madoně

Votive in the Spanish Style: 'votive' means 'offered with a vow'. The Spanish Baroque style ran to extremes, as in the images of this poem. Antoine Adam comments that this is a baroque poem, 'where passion borrows the vocabulary of the most fanatical piety, makes appeal to the most sumptuous and refined images to speak of its adorations and its transports'. J. Dupont refers to three types of representations of the Virgin in the Spanish tradition: the hieratic Virgin; the immaculate Virgin with a moon and serpent under her feet; and the Virgin of the Sorrows, pierced by seven swords.
a Moon where you may stand: frequently in the iconography associated with Mary she is standing on a quarter-moon. bruise him with your tread: in Genesis IS, God punishes Adam and Eve for their disobedience, but He also proclaims that Eve's progeny will 'bruise the head' of the serpent who tempted Eve.
The seven deadly sins: pride, covetousness, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, and sloth. Catholics are often taught that when one sins, one penetrates the heart of the Virgin Mary, and Jonathan Culler has mentioned 'the devotional tradition, reflected in art, which represented the seven deadly sins committed by men as seven daggers thrust into the Virgin Mary's heart'. This, then, is the Virgin of the Sorrows, mentioned by Dupont. For Baudelaire to create his perfect Mary, he must subject her to this combination of 'the sumptuous and the barbarian' (Antoine Adam's words); describing her first in the imagery of the Immaculate Virgin, he then plants the deadly sins like daggers in her heart. :: Since 2002 :: Based On Layout Designed By Danny Is On Fire Productions © 2006