Il Suono di Mille Orchestre-Parte I
ELEVATION (C. Baudelaire) Above the lake in the valley and the grove along the hillside, high over the sea and the passing clouds, and even past the sun! to the farthest confines of the starry vault mount,my spirit, wander at you ease and range exultant through transparent space like a rugged swimmer revelling in the waves with an unutter male delight. Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist free is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light whose thoughts like rising larks into the morning sky whose flight unchecked outreaches life and comprehends the language of flowers and of all mute things Ascend beyond to a higher plane purify drinking the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness Free from the strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist free is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light
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I PRIZE THE MEMORY . . (C. Baudelaire) I prize the memory of naked ages when Apollo relished gilding marble limbs whose agile-fleshed-originals achieved their ecstasy with neither fraud nor fear and nursed by the sky enjoyed the health of a sublime machine Cybele then abundant in her yield did not regard her sons as burdensome but tender-hearted she-wolf graciously suckled the universe at her brown dugs Lithe and powerful a man deserved his pride in beauties who called him their king flawless fruit engendered without shame whose ripened flesh asked only to be tried! Today the poet eager to recall such human splendor in our corruption we possess the beauties unrevealed to ancient times youth we worship still its untroubled brow, its eyes as bright as water sacred youth the scent of flowers that shares its song, its scent, its irresistible warmth!
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interludio (C. Baudelaire) Under the burden of your sloth your head just like a child's lolls with all the wobbly grace of a baby elephant your body lists and rights itself like a clipper in high seas rolling from side to side until the spray has soaked its spars And like a current swollen by the melt of clashing ice when the saliva in your mouth surges through your teeth I seem to drink a devil's brew
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CORRESPONDENCES (C. Baudelaire) The pillars of Nature's temple are alive forests of symbols between us and the shrine remark our passage with accustomed eyes. Like long-held echoes, blending somewhere else into one deep and shadowy unison as limitless as darkness and as day, the sounds, the scents, the colors correspond. rich, corrupt and masterful EVENING HARMONY Now comes the time when swaying on its stem each flower offers incense to the night the violin trembles like a heart betrayed A mournful altar ornaments the sky The violin trembles like a heart betrayed a tender heart unnerved by nothingness A mournful altar ornaments the sky the sun has smothered in its clotting blood A tender heart unnerved by nothingness hoards every fragment of the radiant past
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HYMN TO BEAUTY (C. Baudelaire) Do you come from on high or out of the abyss O Beauty? Godless yet divine your gaze showers favor and shame and therefore some have likened you to wine Your eyes reflect the sunset and the dawn you scatter perfumes like a windy night your kisses are a drug your mouth the urn dispensing fear to heroes fervor to boys Whether spawned by hell or sprung from the_stars Fate like a spaniel follows at your heel you sow haphazard fortune and despair ruling all things responsible for none You walk on corpses Beauty undismayed and Horror coruscates among your gems Murder one of your dearest trinkets throbs on your sharneless belly make it dance! The pining lover for his lady swoons like a dying man Who cares if you come from paradise or hell appalling Beauty artless and monstrous scourge Come from Satan come from God who cares
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026