Here comes the moment of the shimmering hour
When praise like incense trembles from each leaf.
The evening air is redolent with grief
And waltzes gush with melancholic power.
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Amazing poem, amazing translation. [Forgive the adjective! ] I had never read Baudelaire before, and always had a rather negative impression of him. Where did you learn such word-music? This translation has brought Baudelaire to life. I have a gut-feeling that you have improved upon Baudelaire!
Martin is any instrument more haunting than the violin? The piece is breathtaking. Joyce