![]() However, in the expansion of her joy, the Moon filled the whole room like a phosphorescent vapor, like a luminous poison and all the living light thought and said: 'You shall suffer for ever the influence of my kiss. It was while contemplating this visitor that your eyes became so strangely enlarged and she clasped your neck so tenderly that you have retained for ever the desire to weep. Ever since, the pupils of your eyes have remained green and your cheeks unusually pale. Then she stretched herself out over you with the supple tenderness of a mother, and laid down her colors on your face. The moon, who is caprice itself, looked throught the window while you were sleeping in your cradle, and said to herself: 'I like this child.'Īnd softly she descended her staircase of clouds and, noiselessly, passed through the window-panes. ![]() I offer Baudelaire, translated by Michael Hamburger. A thread devoted to the moon was a good idea, but I've had to take these poems in slowly. ![]() I've enjoyed so many of these poems, but have discovered all over again that I prefer when the moon takes me by surprise. Though I did not dissipate much upon the whole, yet I find "the sword wearing out the scabbard," though I have but just turned the corner of twenty nine." The poem seems to have been suggested in part by the refrain of a Scottish song known as The Jolly Beggar. But it is over-and it is now Lent, with all its abstinence and sacred music. The Carnival-that is, the latter part of it, and sitting up late o' nights-had knocked me up a little. "At present, I am on the invalid regimen myself. In the letter, the poem is preceded by an account of its Lenten occasion. Included in a letter written from Venice to Thomas Moore on February 28, 1817, and first published by Moore in Letters and Journals of Lord Byron (1830). The University of Toronto library website has some very good poetry resources. I think the famous Byron poem must be included here: I quite like the short poem too! It would be very nice in a collection of nursery rhymes or children's poems. Making love to each other before they go home.įor thou lettest him see to set his snares Thou cheerest the weary traveller in the night Īs they walk through the shady groves alone, Out of the farm-yard from a stack of hay.Īnd makes his heart beat high with delightĪs he views his crops by the light in the night. For thou lettest him see to harpoon the fish,Īnd lettest him see to steal the grey goose away
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