Saturday, October 14, 2006

“Tristesses de la lune” is a poem by Charles Baudelaire from Les Fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil). I reproduce it here (with an English translation) because I really like it and I’ve been thinking a lot about it and it’s my blog, dammit. Sadness of the moon, indeed.

Tristesses de la lune

Ce soir, la lune rêve avec plus de paresse;
Ainsi qu'une beauté, sur de nombreux coussins,
Qui d'une main distraite et légère caresse
Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins,

Sur le dos satiné des molles avalanches,
Mourante, elle se livre aux longues pâmoisons,
Et promène ses yeux sur les visions blanches
Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons.

Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa langueur oisive,
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
Un poète pieux, ennemi du sommeil,

Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pâle,
Aux reflets irisés comme un fragment d'opale,
Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil.

Charles Baudelaire

Sadness of the Moon

Tonight the moon dreams with more indolence,
Like a lovely woman on a bed of cushions
Who fondles with a light and listless hand
The contour of her breasts before falling asleep;

On the satiny back of the billowing clouds,
Languishing, she lets herself fall into long swoons
And casts her eyes over the white phantoms
That rise in the azure like blossoming flowers.

When, in her lazy listlessness,
She sometimes sheds a furtive tear upon this globe,
A pious poet, enemy of sleep,

In the hollow of his hand catches this pale tear,
With the iridescent reflections of opal,
And hides it in his heart afar from the sun's eyes.

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

- Hulles


Anonymous said...

this is a beautiful poem. i love how i get the EXACT image of the moon (which i have never thought of as indolent before, how lovely) by the line "who fondles with a light and listless hand/the contour of her breasts before falling asleep;". gorgeous.

you know, i have always wanted to read baudelaire and i never have. i've even been in his cemetery too, and didn't go to visit. for shame.

thank you for your lovely words on my blog. if you would like to talk about anything, as someone who has some experience, i'd lend you my welcoming "ear" anytime.

take care of yourself.

teiadepalavras said...

Hulles, passei para deixar um abraço,neste seu espaço virtual!!!!

abraços do Brasil


Claire said...

What an awesome poem...thanks for including both the original French and the translation!


Dulcinea said...

I just wanted to leave a comment so that I can be included with all the pictures of sexy women that comment on your blog. :-) jiji

Heart Of Darkness said...

C'est trés belle...