TO A CREOLEAN LADY
by: Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)
- n a country perfumed with the sun's embrace,
- I knew 'neath a dais of purpled palms,
- And branches where idleness weeps o'er one's face,
- A Creolean lady of unknown charms.
- Her tint, pale and warmthis bewitching bride,
- Displays a nobly nurtured mien,
- Courageous and grand like a huntsman, her stride;
- A tranquil smile and eyes serene.
- If, madam, you'd go to the true land of gain,
- By the banks of the verdant Loire or the Seine,
- How worthy to garnish some pile of renown.
- You'd awake in the calm of some shadowy nest,
- A thousand songs in the poet's breast,
- That your eyes would inspire far more than your brown.
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|"To a Creolean Lady" is reprinted from The Flowers of Evil. Charles Baudelaire. London: Elkin Mathews, 1909.