You can scorn more illustrious eyes,
sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight
something as good or as tender as night.
Turn to mine your charmed shadows, sweet eyes!
Great eyes of a child, adorable secrets,
you resemble those grottoes of magic
where, behind the dark and lethargic,
shine vague treasures the world forgets.
My child has veiled eyes, profound and vast,
and shining like you, Night, immense, above!
Their fires are of Trust, mixed with thoughts of Love,
that glitter in depths, voluptuous or chaste.
" Sweet eyes of my child" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A true artist with beautiful inspiration is unstoppable, shown here with such wonderful words.
Fascinating read this poem about Bertha's eyes, still a child, but a lovely poem to read and enjoy time and again. Congratulations being the Modern Poem Of The Day, the great Baudelaire. I have enjoyed immensely his fantastic poem
You can scorn more illustrious eyes, sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight something as good or as tender as night. a very fine poem. tony
Their fires are of Trust, mixed with thoughts of Love, that glitter in depths, voluptuous or chaste......fine concluding. Beautiful poem.
Great eyes of a child, adorable secrets, //// great writings in the young eyes there lives the shining sun in the young eyes there lives the trust, the thoughtful love, the immense shining future, the prosperous life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fires of trust, mixed with thoughts of love Thanks for posting it here.