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L'Amour du mensonge

The Love of the Lie

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    When I see you pass by, O my dear indolent one,

    Quandwhenquand · subordinating conjunctionintroduces the clause of vois
    jeIje · pronoun, singularsubject of vois
    teyoute · pronoun, second-person, singulardirect object of vois
    voisseevoir · verb, present, indicative, first-person, singularmain verb of the sentence
    passerpass bypasser · verb, infinitivecomplement of vois
    ôOô · interjectionintroduces the vocative phrase
    mamymon · determiner, feminine, singulardeterminer of chère
    chèredearcher · adjective used as noun, feminine, singularhead of the vocative phrase
    indolenteindolentindolent · adjective, feminine, singularmodifies chère
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    To the song of the instruments that breaks against the ceiling

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    Suspending your bearing, harmonious and slow,

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    And parading the weariness of your deep gaze;

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    When I gaze, by the gaslight that tints it,

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    Your pale brow, made lovelier by a morbid charm,

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    Where the evening's torches kindle a dawn,

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    And your eyes, alluring like those of a portrait,

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    I say to myself: How beautiful she is! and strangely fresh!

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    Memory, massive, a royal and heavy tower,

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    Crowns her, and her heart, bruised like a peach,

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    Is ripe, like her body, for the knowing love.

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    Are you the autumn fruit of sovereign savors?

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    Are you a funeral urn awaiting a few tears,

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    A perfume that sets one dreaming of far oases,

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    A caressing pillow, or a basket of flowers?

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    I know there are eyes, of the most melancholy,

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    That conceal no precious secrets at all;

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    Fair jewel-cases without jewels, lockets without relics,

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    Emptier, deeper than you yourselves, O Heavens!

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    But is it not enough that you be the appearance,

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    To gladden a heart that flees the truth?

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    What does your stupidity or your indifference matter?

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    Mask or stage-set, I salute you! I adore your beauty.

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