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French · Spleen and Ideal

Chanson d'après-midi

Afternoon Song

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    Although your wicked eyebrows

    QuoiqueAlthoughquoique · subordinating conjunctionintroduces the concessive clause
    tesyourton · determiner, pluraldeterminer of sourcils
    sourcilseyebrowssourcil · noun, masculine, pluralsubject of donnent (next line)
    méchantswickedméchant · adjective, masculine, pluralmodifies sourcils
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    give you a strange look

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    that is not the look of an angel,

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    sorceress with alluring eyes,

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    I adore you, O my frivolous one,

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    my terrible passion!

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    with the devotion

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    of the priest for his idol.

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    The desert and the forest

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    perfume your rough tresses,

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    your head has the bearing

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    of enigma and of secret.

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    Over your flesh the perfume prowls

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    as around a censer;

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    you enchant like the evening,

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    dark and ardent nymph.

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    Ah! the strongest philtres

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    are not worth your idleness,

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    and you know the caress

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    that brings the dead back to life!

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    Your hips are in love

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    with your back and your breasts,

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    and you delight the cushions

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    with your languorous poses.

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    Sometimes, to appease

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    your mysterious rage,

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    you lavish, in earnest,

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    the bite and the kiss;

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    You tear me apart, my dark-haired one,

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    with a mocking laugh,

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    and then you lay upon my heart

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    your eye soft as the moon.

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    Beneath your satin slippers,

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    beneath your charming feet of silk

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    I, I lay my great joy,

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    my genius and my destiny,

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    My soul healed by you,

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    by you, light and color!

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    Explosion of warmth

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    in my black Siberia!

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Les Fleurs du mal, Charles Baudelaire. Spleen and Ideal.
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Public-domain French (Baudelaire, d. 1867). English translation © 2026 1732 Studios, LLC.
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