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The Jewels

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My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan's favoured slave may show to him.

When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone,
Gives me an ecstasy I've only known
Where league of sound and luster can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
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Conny Denker 11 January 2017
Is it too much to ask for adding the name of the person who translated that poem from the French into English, namely 'Roy Campell'? ! Reference: The Penguin Book of Love Poetry, pp.170/171 Thank you!
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M Asim Nehal 01 May 2016
Good one, Enjoyable The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within, The hearth alone lit up the darkened air, And every time it sighed a crimson flare It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
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Lupee Awe 01 May 2016
A journey of passion indeed
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Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting, To kill the peace which over me she'd thrown, Always a poet anywhere on surface or in air just waiting to ignite himself with such thrust of passion. Beautiful force of writing cool and submissive poetry.
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Barry Middleton 01 May 2016
Baudelaire wrote some hot poetry.
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Edward Kofi Louis 01 May 2016
She left herself be loved! ! Thanks for sharing.
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