Sed non satiata, poem by Charles Baudelaire

Poem by Charles Baudelaire Collection The Flowers of EvilThemes LovePeriod 19th century

Bizarre deity, brown as the nights,
With a perfume mixed of musk and Havana,
Work of some obi, the Faust of the savanna,
Witch with ebony flanks, child of the black midnights,

I prefer to constantia, to opium, to nuits,
The elixir of your mouth where love struts in pride;
When my desires set out toward you like a caravan,
Your eyes are the cistern where my sorrows drink.

By those two great black eyes, air-holes of your soul,
O pitiless demon! pour on me less flame;
I am not the Styx to embrace you nine times,

Alas! and I cannot, libertine Megaera,
To break your courage and bring you to bay,
In the hell of your bed become Proserpine!

Charles Baudelaire

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