Friday, January 3, 2003

The Jewels Comments

Rating: 2.9

My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan's favoured slave may show to him.
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Charles Baudelaire
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Conny Denker 11 January 2017

Is it too much to ask for adding the name of the person who translated that poem from the French into English, namely 'Roy Campell'? ! Reference: The Penguin Book of Love Poetry, pp.170/171 Thank you!

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M Asim Nehal 01 May 2016

Good one, Enjoyable The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within, The hearth alone lit up the darkened air, And every time it sighed a crimson flare It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.

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Lupee Awe 01 May 2016

A journey of passion indeed

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Pranab K Chakraborty 01 May 2016

Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting, To kill the peace which over me she'd thrown, Always a poet anywhere on surface or in air just waiting to ignite himself with such thrust of passion. Beautiful force of writing cool and submissive poetry.

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Barry Middleton 01 May 2016

Baudelaire wrote some hot poetry.

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 May 2016

She left herself be loved! ! Thanks for sharing.

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