Sonnet (To Mademoiselle S. de L. C.), Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

To Mademoiselle S. de L. C.

The sapphires hard and cold, veiled by the mist
Of proud flesh, resemble those eyes
From which spring silent blue rays,
Unsettling flashes of a warm evening, without a cloud.

Covering the brow, as if distributed at random,
The hair floats in silky whirls.
The mouth remains grave and without a pout, preferring
To open a little, infatuated with its freshness.

This unchanging mouth and this chestnut hair,
These eyes, following invisible sprites in the air,
Have the implacable allure of the mask of Fable.

But no; for in these placid features nothing lies;
And sometimes this gaze reveals, in a moment,
The supreme truth, absolute, ineffable.

Charles Cros

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