a little poetry to start the day...

Before I tread worldly waters in search of sustenance, I am in the mood to share some poetry.

This is from Charles Baudelaire who was born in Paris in 1821. He died in 1867 at age 46.




GIANTESS

When Nature once in lustful hot undress
Conceived gargantuan offspring, then would I
Have loved to live near a young giantess,
Like a voluptuous cat at a queen's feet.

To see her body flower with her desire
And freely spread out in its dreadful play,
Guess if her heart concealed some heavy fire
Whose humid smokes would swim upon her eye.

To feel at leisure her stupendous shapes,
Crawl on the cliffs of her enormous knees,
And, when in summer the unhealthy suns

Have stretched her out across the plains, fatigued,
Sleep in the shadows of her breasts at ease
Like a small hamlet at a mountain's base.



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copied from The Flowers of Evil.