Exotic Perfume

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

When, with both eyes closed, on a warm autumn evening,
I breathe the scent of your warm breast,
I see unfurl before me happy shores
Dazzled by the fires of a monotonous sun;

A lazy island where nature gives
Singular trees and savory fruits;
Men whose bodies are slender and vigorous,
And women whose eyes astonish by their frankness.

Guided by your scent toward charming climes,
I see a port filled with sails and masts
Still quite weary from the sea’s wave,

While the perfume of green tamarind trees,
That drifts through the air and swells my nostril,
Mingles in my soul with the song of sailors.

Charles Baudelaire

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