Translation: La Musique (Charles Baudelaire) |
Music (William Aggeler)
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Music often transports me like a sea! Toward my pale star, Under a ceiling of fog or a vast ether, I get under sail;
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My chest thrust out and my lungs filled Like the canvas, I scale the slopes of wave on wave That the night obscures;
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I feel vibrating within me all the passions Of ships in distress; The good wind and the tempest with its convulsions
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Over the vast gulf Cradle me. At other times, dead calm, great mirror Of my despair!
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