Electric Windmill Issue No. 006 - Electric Windmill Press
Electric Windmill Issue No. 006 - Electric Windmill Press
Electric Windmill Issue No. 006 - Electric Windmill Press
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SpleenBaudelaire translationby Owen LucasI should seem the king of a rainy country,Rich but impotent, young and yet aged,Who, tired of the sycophancy of his tutors,Idles himself with dogs as with other beasts.<strong>No</strong>thing will entertain him, game nor falcon,<strong>No</strong>r his people dying below his window.The groteque ballad of a favourite clownDoes not distract the temper of this invalid :His bed in fleurs-de-lis has become a tomb.The courtesans, for whom any prince is fine,<strong>No</strong> longer know what immodesty to employTo draw a smile from the decomposing youth.The craftsman who made him of gold wasNever able to extirpate the corrupt element :In bloodbaths come down from Romans, thatThe powerful may recall in their last days,He could not thaw out this insensible cadaverWhose blood is the green water of the Lethe.30