melting & burning


The Cat – Baudelaire
February 15, 2011, 10:21 pm
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Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Meles de metal et d’agate.

Lorsque mes doigts caressent a loisir
Ta tete et ton dos elastique,
Et que ma main s’enivre du plaisir
De palper ton corps electrique,

Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard,
Comme le tien, aimable bete
Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard,

Et, des pieds jusques a la tete,
Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum

Come, superb cat, to my amorous heart;
Hold back the talons of your paws,
Let me gaze into your beautiful eyes
Of metal and agate.

When my fingers leisurely caress you,
Your head and your elastic back,
And when my hand tingles with the pleasure
Of feeling your electric body,

In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze
Like your own, amiable beast,
Profound and cold, cuts and cleaves like a dart,

And, from her head down to her feet,
A subtle air, a dangerous perfume
Floats about her dusky body.

Translation William Aggeler

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