Daily Poem: Sorrows of the Moon ~ Charles Baudelaire
Sorrows of the Moon
~ Charles Baudelaire
This evening the moon dreams more lazily;
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep,
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts before she sleeps,
On velvet backs of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she dies,
And gazes on white visions aloft
Which like a blossoming to heaven rise,
When sometimes on this globe, in indolence,
She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance,
A poet, set against oblivion,
Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear,
This opal drop where rainbow hues appear,
And hides it in his breast far from the sun.
