La nature est un temple de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles:
L'homme/femme y passe a travers des forets de symboles
Qui l'observant avec des regards familiers.
Nature is a temple where, from living pillars,
Confused words are sometimes allowed to escape;
Here man/woman passes, through forests of symbols,
Which watch him with looks of recognition.
-Charles Baudelaire (1821-67)
Les Fleurs Du Mal (1857) "Correspondances,"no.4.
4 comments:
The fleur de mal in this picture is along the bank of the brokenhead river. I think I smelled fall.
Fall is here, there is no doubt.
And I also believe Baudelaire a dangerous fellow.
these words are beautiful.
the picture is too, I was just thinking the same thing today, I can smell the fall.
It made me feel quiet inside, much needed these days.
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