Baudelaire, Charles: L'Ennemi (L'ennemi in English)
L'ennemi (French)
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L'Ennemi (English)my youth was all a murky hurricane;
not oft did the suns of splendour burst the gloom; so wild the lightning raged, so fierce the rain, few crimson fruits my garden-close illume. now I have touched the autumn of the mind, I must repair and smooth the earth, to save my little seed-plot, torn and undermined, guttered and gaping like an open grave. and will the flowers all my dreams implore draw from this garden wasted like a shore some rich mysterious power the storm imparts? — o grief! o grief! time eats away our lives, and the dark Enemy gnawing at our hearts sucks from our blood the strength whereon he thrives! |