I adore you as much as the nocturnal vault,
O vessel of sadness, O great taciturn one,
And I love you the more, beautiful, as you flee from me,
And as you seem to me, ornament of my nights,
More ironically to accumulate the leagues
That separate my arms from the blue immensities.
I advance to the attack, and I climb to the assaults,
As after a corpse a choir of worms,
And I cherish, O implacable and cruel beast!
Even that coldness through which you are more beautiful to me!
Charles Baudelaire
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