One would say your gaze covered with a mist;
Your mysterious eye (is it blue, gray, or green?)
Alternately tender, dreamy, cruel,
Reflects the indolence and pallor of the sky.
You recall those white days, warm and veiled,
That melt enchanted hearts into tears,
When, agitated by an unknown ill that twists them,
The overly awakened nerves mock the sleeping mind.
You resemble at times those beautiful horizons
Lit by the suns of misty seasons…
How you shine, rain-soaked landscape
Ignited by rays falling from an overcast sky!
O dangerous woman, O seductive climes!
Will I also adore your snow and your frosts,
And will I know how to draw from the implacable winter
Pleasures sharper than ice and steel?
Charles Baudelaire
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