Exotic Perfume [When, with closed eyes, on a hot afternoon]

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Title:     Exotic Perfume [When, with closed eyes, on a hot afternoon]
Author: Charles Baudelaire [More Titles by Baudelaire]

Translator: Cyril Scott

When, with closed eyes, on a hot afternoon,
The scent of thine ardent breast I inhale,
Celestial vistas my spirit assail;
Caressed by the flames of an endless sun.

A langorous island, where Nature abounds
With exotic trees and luscious fruit;
And with men whose bodies are slim and astute,
And with women whose frankness delights and astounds.

By thy perfume enticed to this region remote,
A port I see, laden with mast and with boat,
Still wearied and torn by the distant brine;

While the tamarisk-odours that dreamily throng
The air, round my slumberous senses intwine,
And mix, in my soul, with the mariners' song.

[The end]
Charles Baudelaire's poem: Exotic Perfume

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