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I grew abashed . . .

After Baudelaire’s “L’invitation au Voyage”

 

“Étpulov te emlac, exul.”—Erialeduab

 

To love at leisure,

Lust and then depart.

Rejoice in mindless pleasure,

Praise his words today:

Luxe, calme et volupté,

These are the things to treasure,

And without dismay,

Feast the fleeting fair

In counterclockwise measure.


“Theer's nowt so queer as folk[s].”*

Common sense is rare!

 “Abaisit I wolx,

and widdersyns start my hair.Ӡ



Portrait of Charles Baudelaire by Charles Neyt (1864)



*Yorkshire / Lancashire proverbial saying.

†“I grew abashed, my hair standing on end.”—Gavin Douglas, bishop of Dunkeld, Scotland, trans. of Virgil’s Æneid (1513).



December 6, 2024

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