Nature is a temple whose living colonnades Breathe forth a mystic speech in fitful sighs; Man wanders among symbols in those glades Where all things watch him with familiar eyes. Like dwindling echoes gathered far away Into a deep and thronging unison Huge as the night or as the light of day, All scents and sounds and colors meet as one. Perfumes there are as sweet as the oboes sound, Green as the prairies, fresh as a childs caress, - And there are others, rich, corrupt, profound And of an infinite pervasiveness, Like myrrh, or musk, or amber, the excite The ecstasies of sense, the souls delight. Charles Baudelaire CORRESPONDANCES eden-saga/en/initiation-lecture-sonnet-rimbaud-valery-charles-baudelaire-correspondences.html
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