Reveler

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

After having emptied every glass, every one!
I must finally go home; for my dissolved fibers,
In the raucous cafés, haunted by harlots,
Are cold in the heavy night and the doubtful dawns.
Let us walk. Already the market people are swarming.
I blush, market gardeners, to see your dirty smocks,
Refreshed by the distant smell of plowed fields.
Workers, ignorant of unhealthy loves,
You pile up cabbages on the sidewalk, without even
Suspecting the horror that follows the pallid passerby

Charles Cros

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