The Ideal Life, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

a May

A room with a fire, with candles,
Suppers always served, guitars,
Foils, flowers, every rare tobacco,
Where one would talk, yet without orgies.

In spring lilacs, roses and lilies of the valley,
In summer jasmines, carnations and linden trees
Would fill the night of the great park where, alone
At times, dreamers would flee the gay noises.

Men would all be of good stock,
Familiar tamers of haughty Muses,
And women, without gossip and without hatred,
Would light up the evenings with their grace.

And one would muse, amid these perfumes
Of arms, of fans, of flowers, of dressing gowns,
Of fine blond hair, of heavy black hair,
On distant lands, on bygone centuries.

Charles Cros

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