Hieroglyph, Poem by Charles Cros

I have three windows in my room:
Love, the sea, death,
Bright blood, calm green, violet.

O woman, sweet and heavy treasure!

Cold windowpanes, scents of amber.
The sea, death, love,
To feel only what pleases me…

Woman, clearer than the day!

On this golden September evening,
Death, love, the sea,
Drown me in complete oblivion.

Woman! woman! coffin of flesh!

Charles Cros

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