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Charles Baudelaire
My Former Life
For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos
Which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors,
The pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic,
Made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.
The billows which cradled the image of the sky
Mingled, in a solemn, mystical way,
The omnipotent chords of their rich harmonies
With the sunsets' colors reflected in my eyes;
It was there that I lived in voluptuous calm,
In splendor, between the azure and the sea,
And I was attended by slaves, naked, perfumed,
Who fanned my brow with fronds of palms
And whose sole task it was to fathom
The dolorous secret that made me pine away.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
Or in my case, I was fanned, fed and festooned with hand made outfits by my mother and grandmother in a post-German town in South Western Poland in the 90’s. A transitory state where the women in my life were doing everything in their might to mitigate and compensate for any faults of the past, the present and the potential future.
Charles Baudelaire
My Former Life
For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos
Which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors,
The pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic,
Made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.
The billows which cradled the image of the sky
Mingled, in a solemn, mystical way,
The omnipotent chords of their rich harmonies
With the sunsets' colors reflected in my eyes;
It was there that I lived in voluptuous calm,
In splendor, between the azure and the sea,
And I was attended by slaves, naked, perfumed,
Who fanned my brow with fronds of palms
And whose sole task it was to fathom
The dolorous secret that made me pine away.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
Or in my case, I was fanned, fed and festooned with hand made outfits by my mother and grandmother in a post-German town in South Western Poland in the 90’s. A transitory state where the women in my life were doing everything in their might to mitigate and compensate for any faults of the past, the present and the potential future.