La Revenant by Charles Baudelaire

La Revenant

Comme les anges a l'ceil fauve
je reviendrai dans ton alcove
et vers toi glisserai sans bruit
avec les ombres de la nuit

Et je te donnerai, ma brune,
Des baisers froids comme la lune
Et des caresses de serpent
Autour d'une fosse rampant.

Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu trouveras ma place vide,
Ou jusqu'au soir il fera froid.

Comme d'autres par la tendresse,
Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse,
Moi, je veux regner par l'effroi.

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The Return at Last

translated by Bob Atkinson

as angels look at you lovingly

will join you in your space

take your virtue quietly myself

hidden by the night's embrace

love you coldly, madly

as the darkness loves the moon

like a snake hugs shadows in a pit

crawling through your nightly gloom

waking spent in the morning

you'll look for what hasn't remained

waiting until night for my return

to love you hard again

but no, I won't come from

dark midnight rain's wet dampness

you'll search for what isn't there

feeling tears of pain, aloneness

like your lovers of before

you'll expect affections repeated

to become part of your life

but you won't quickly see them

wish to make you scared

that I won't ever return again

handling your mind as if

I controlled your every whim

in reading this you may get a better understanding of why Charles Baudelaire is one of the most famous French Poets of all time.  His works were full of slightly hidden self portraits.

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