And yet you will be similar to that filth,
To that horrible infection,
Star of my eyes, sun of my nature,
You, my angel and my passion!
Yes! you will be like that, O queen of graces,
After the last sacraments,
When you go, under the grass and rich blossomings,
To rot among the bones.
Then, O my beauty, tell the vermin
Which will eat you with kisses,
That I have kept the form and the divine essence
Of my decomposed loves!
Et Pourtant vous serez semblable a cette ordure,
A cette horrible infection,
Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature,
Vous, mon ange et ma passion!
Oui! telle vous serez, o la reine des graces
Apres les derniers sacraments,
Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses
Moisir parmi les ossesments.
Alors, o ma beaute, dites a la vermine,
Qui vous mangera de baisers
Que j'ai garde la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours decomposes!
Originally written in French, the translated English version was done by a man named Bantam, he has sucessfully translated the rythm scheme however I disagree with the feeling he translated, the feeling of the poem, written in french originally by Baudelaire is nittier, it has more grit in it, it is cleaner in English
This is Baudelaire, and this is a cover of an edition of Les Fleur du Mal, The Evil Flowers, Une Charogne was originally written for this book of poetry
I think this poem would make for an excellent funeral speech