Eternal Evening, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

In the park, the birds quarrel among themselves.
After the walk down dark pathways,
We go home; we eat together, and so many mingled voices
Do not keep back the sweet, furtive, happy glances.

And the room draped in misty tulle,
Pink with the glow of veiled night-lights,
Where the desolate hours never chime!…
Persuasive perfumes rising from the hollow bed!…

She comes, and gives herself to my arms, all fresh
From having felt the solemn evening air pass
Over her opulent body, beneath the folds of her dressing gown.

Down with the dressing gown! The bed is fragrant. O peach blossom
Of shoulders, of shivering and fearful breasts!…
In the park the birds make love among themselves.

Charles Cros

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