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Baudelaire : CONFESSION Once and only once, gentle, amiable woman,             You held yourself against me with your Polite arm. Before the dark background of my soul             That memory has not paled. It was late : like a newly minted coin … Continue reading

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You paint the loud air before you, Goldbasking cock-of-the-rock! Gloomy verdure crashes behind, Blank waves of night green and Flashes of a paler, twilit blue. In the heavy, turbulent air of the Intervening space, lily-white And hot-pink orchids hang, Alien … Continue reading

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Les Baigneuses, vers 1900-1905 Is it that you move, blithe figures? Is it that the earth’s motion comes Neatly over you, that all is shaken In a moment of understated gauche? Do you fall in place, each of you As … Continue reading

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