The Fountain BY CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The Fountain BY CHARLES BAUDELAIRE TRANSLATED BY ANTHONY HECHT My dear, your eyes are weary; Rest them a little while. Assume the languid posture Of pleasure mixed with guile. Outside the talkative fountain Continues night and day Repeating my warm passion In whatever it has to say. The sheer luminous gown The fountain wears Where Phoebe’s very own Color appears Falls like a summer rain ...