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I want to tell you, O soft enchantress!
The various beauties that adorn your youth;
I want to paint your beauty,
Where childhood joins with maturity.
When you go sweeping the air with your wide skirt,
You give the effect of a beautiful vessel putting out to sea,
Laden with canvas, and rolling on
Following a gentle rhythm, both lazy and slow.
On your broad and round neck, on your plump shoulders,
Your head struts with strange graces;
With a placid and triumphant air
You go your way, majestic child.
I want to tell you, O soft enchantress!
The various beauties that adorn your youth;
I want to paint your beauty,
Where childhood joins with maturity.
Your breast that advances and pushes the moire,
Your triumphant breast is a beautiful cabinet
Whose panels, rounded and bright
Like shields, catch flashes of lightning,
Provocative shields, armed with pink points!
Cabinet of sweet secrets, full of good things,
Of wines, of perfumes, of liqueurs
That would make brains and hearts delirious!
When you go sweeping the air with your wide skirt,
You give the effect of a beautiful vessel putting out to sea,
Laden with canvas, and rolling on
Following a gentle rhythm, both lazy and slow.
Your noble legs, beneath the flounces they chase,
Torment dark desires and provoke them,
Like two witches who make
A black philter swirl in a deep vase.
Your arms, which would make sport of precocious Hercules,
Are the solid rivals of gleaming boas,
Made to clasp obstinately,
As if to imprint him in your heart, your lover.
On your broad and round neck, on your plump shoulders,
Your head struts with strange graces;
With a placid and triumphant air
You go your way, majestic child.
Charles Baudelaire
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