Treasure Island

Charles Baudelaire

(9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867 / Paris)

Harmonie du Soir


Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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