You know those days, both warm and hazy
Which melt into tears
The hearts that they bewitch?
You too resemble such a lit horizon
One would have thought your eyes were veiled in haze
The fainting eyelids droop and giddy fear thrusts with both hands
The soul towards the pit
Round goes the languorous waltz again
Again
The violin trembles
A sorrowing soul that fears the unknown night
That is the pit of hell
Let’s roll in it ourselves to keep alive our hatred without end
Oh, lets!
Muse of my heart
When January unleashes storm and sleet
Will you have coals to warm your violet feet?
Or starving clown, show off your charms
Your smile
Wet with tears that none see to beguile
And cheer the sick spleen of the vulgar herd?
You know those days, both warm and hazy Which melt into tears The hearts that they bewitch? You too resemble such a lit horizon One would have thought your eyes were veiled in haze The fainting eyelids droop and giddy fear thrusts with both hands The soul towards the pit Round goes the languorous waltz again Again The violin trembles A sorrowing soul that fears the unknown night That is the pit of hell Let’s roll in it ourselves to keep alive our hatred without end Oh, lets!
Muse of my heart When January unleashes storm and sleet Will you have coals to warm your violet feet? Or starving clown, show off your charms Your smile Wet with tears that none see to beguile And cheer the sick spleen of the vulgar herd?
Baudelaire [paraphrased]