Friday, June 5, 2009

Beauty - Charles Baudelaire

I Am as lovely as a dream in stone,
And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As clay eternal and as taciturn.

Swan-white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movements that disturb my pose,
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.

Before my monumental attitudes,
That breathe a soul into the plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.

A friend read out a few lines of this to me, I can only say that I'm still reading it and letting the subtleties come to me slowly, letting out the beauty of thought in a very slow trickle


Sonal said...

heyy tht was a beautiful one...thnks for visiting me...

Pesto Sauce said...

Good one

NE~ISM said...

let me take a bow at your feet.. this was awesome.. Beauty is awesome and comes in different forms!!!

But hey is this a mask also????

sanely insane said... pleasure

@Pesto...danke schon :) in?

Pesto Sauce said...

I owe you a beer now....till I find my Y!!!

Thanks for dropping...true life is better with a companion

Stillthinking said...


You listen. You comprehend. You linger with the thought :)

sanely insane said...

@I was stupified by his 'Madonna' takes my feelings, drapes them into a beautiful form and expresses it for ppl to read...

that guy had some art i la Baudelaire :)