La Beauté
Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,
Et mon sein, où chacun s’est meurtri tour à tour,
Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière.
Je trône dans l’azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J’unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;
Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
Les poètes, devant mes grandes attitudes,
Que j’ai l’air d’emprunter aux plus fiers monuments,
Consumeront leurs jours en d’austères études;
Car j’ai, pour fasciner ces dociles amants,
De purs miroirs qui font toutes choses plus belles:
Mes yeux, mes larges yeux aux clartés éternelles!

Variations on La Beauté @ Flowers of Evil by Charles baudelaire:

My beauty, oh mortals! Come and see my beloved who is beautiful
I look over everywhere to find thee
Whose beauty is my inspiration for poetry
My love for you has no exit but eternally.

I ride the Sphinx
Under the coverage of June night
My hand is knotted with yours
The lines of the poem are our jewels
What a pleasure to read the rise and fall of the syllables.

We write poems with attitude
To build monuments of our tenacity
To remember our first day of love in January.

You open me a door to the great heaven
Which mirrors its eternal happiness
I will love you and write you poems for whatever reason.

Based on the first version of the collaboration with my classmate, I rewrite it to the second version.

written on 12/2/2018

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