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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'Héautontimorouménos (The Man Who Tortures Himself)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">L'Héautontimorouménos<br>Je te frapperai sans colère<br>Et sans haine, comme un boucher,<br>Comme Moïse le rocher<br>Et je ferai de ta paupière,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pour abreuver mon Saharah<br>Jaillir les eaux de la souffrance.<br>Mon désir gonflé d'espérance<br>Sur tes pleurs salés nagera</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Comme un vaisseau qui prend le large,<br>Et dans mon coeur qu'ils soûleront<br>Tes chers sanglots retentiront<br>Comme un tambour qui bat la charge!<br>Ne suis-je pas un faux accord<br>Dans la divine symphonie,<br>Grâce à la vorace Ironie<br>Qui me secoue et qui me mord<br>Elle est dans ma voix, la criarde!<br>C'est tout mon sang ce poison noir!<br>Je suis le sinistre miroir<br>Où la mégère se regarde.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Je suis la plaie et le couteau!<br>Je suis le soufflet et la joue!<br>Je suis les membres et la roue,<br>Et la victime et le bourreau!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,<br>— Un de ces grands abandonnés<br>Au rire éternel condamnés<br>Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Man Who Tortures Himself</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I shall strike you without anger<br>And without hate, like a butcher,<br>As Moses struck the rock!<br>And from your eyelids I shall make</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The waters of suffering gush forth<br>To inundate my Sahara.<br>My desire swollen with hope<br>Will float upon your salty tears</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like a vessel which puts to sea, <br>And in my heart that they'll make drunk <br>Your beloved sobs will resound <br>Like a drum beating the charge!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Am I not a discord <br>In the heavenly symphony, <br>Thanks to voracious Irony <br>Who shakes me and who bites me?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She's in my voice, the termagant! <br>All my blood is her black poison! <br>I am the sinister mirror <br>In which the vixen looks.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am the wound and the dagger! <br>I am the blow and the cheek! <br>I am the members and the wheel, <br>Victim and executioner!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'm the vampire of my own heart<br>— One of those utter derelicts <br>Condemned to eternal laughter, <br>But who can no longer smile!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>— Translated by William Aggeler</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heautontimoroumenos </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll strike you, but without the least<br>Anger — as butchers poll an ox,<br>Or Moses, when he struck the rocks — <br>That from your eyelid thus released,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The lymph of suffering may brim<br>To slake my desert of its drought.<br>So my desire, by hope made stout,<br>Upon your salty tears may swim,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like a proud ship, far out from shore. <br>Within my heart, which they'll confound <br>With drunken joy, your sobs will sound <br>Like drums that beat a charge in war.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am I not a faulty chord <br>In all this symphony divine, <br>Thanks to the irony malign <br>That shakes and cuts me like a sword?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It's in my voice, the raucous jade! <br>It's in my blood's black venom too! <br>I am the looking-glass, wherethrough <br>Megera sees herself portrayed!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am the wound, and yet the blade! <br>The smack, and yet the cheek that takes it! <br>The limb, and yet the wheel that breaks it, <br>The torturer, and he who's flayed!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One of the sort whom all revile, <br>A Vampire, my own blood I quaff, <br>Condemned to an eternal laugh <br>Because I know not how to smile.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>— Translated by Roy Campbell</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heauton Timoroumenos</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I mean to strike you without hate,<br>As butchers do; as Moses did<br>The rock. From under either lid<br>Your tears will flow to inundate</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This huge Sahara which is I.<br>My heart, insensible with pain,<br>Caught in that flood will live again:<br>Will care whether it live or die — </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Will strive as in the salty sea,<br>Drunken with brine and all but drowned,<br>Yet driven onward by the sound<br>Of your wild sobbing endlessly!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For look — I am at war, my dear, <br>With the whole universe. I know <br>There is no medicine for my woe. <br>Believe me, it is called Despair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It runs in all my veins. I pray: <br>It cries in all my words. I am <br>The very glass where what I damn <br>Leers and admires itself all day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am the wound — I am the knife <br>The deep wound scabbards; the outdrawn <br>Rack, and the writhing thereupon; <br>The lifeless, and the taker of life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I murder what I most adore, <br>Laughing: I am indeed of those <br>Condemned for ever without repose <br>To laugh — but who can smile no more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>— Translated by George Dillon</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Heautontimoroumenos<br>The Man Who Tortures Himself</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I shall cleave without scrape or shock, <br>And, like a butcher, without hate, <br>Like Moses, when he struck the rock. <br>From your eyes I shall generate <br>Waters of woe throughout the years <br>To quench my fierce Sahara fires, <br>Swollen with vast hope, my desires <br>Shall float upon your bitter tears <br>Like a proud vessel, sailing large; <br>And in my heart, drunk at the sound, <br>Your cherished sobbing shall resound <br>Like drums beating the long lost charge.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Am I not a discordant note <br>In the celestial symphony, <br>Thanks to voracious Irony <br>Who shakes and bites me at the throat? <br>She's in my voice, the scold; her black <br>Poison is all my blood, alas! <br>I am the direful looking glass <br>Which flashes her reflection back. <br>I am the wound, the knives that strike, <br>The blows that crush, the head that reels, <br>I am wrenched limbs and grinding wheels, <br>Victim and hangman, as you like!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Vampire of my own heart, meanwhile, <br>A derelict, I am of those <br>Doomed to eternal laughter's throes, <br>Yet powerless to frame a smile!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>— Translated by Jacques LeClercq</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">L'Héautontimouroménos</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll strike thee without enmity<br>nor wrath, like butchers at the block,<br>like Moses when he smote the rock!<br>I'll make those eyelids gush for me</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">with springs of suffering, whose flow<br>shall slake the desert of my thirst;<br>— a salt flood, where my lust accurst,<br>with Hope to plump her sail, shall go</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">as from the port a pitching barge,<br>and in my heart they satiate<br>thy sobs I love shall fulminate<br>loud as a drum that beats a charge!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for am I not a clashing chord<br>in all Thy heavenly symphony,<br>thanks to this vulture Irony<br>that shakes and bites me always, Lord?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">she's in my voice, the screaming elf!<br>my poisoned blood came all from her!<br>I am the mirror sinister<br>in which the vixen sees herself!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am the wound and I the knife!<br>I am the blow I give, and feel!<br>I am the broken limbs, the wheel, <br>the hangman and the strangled life!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am my heart's own vampire, for<br>God has forsaken me, and men,<br>these lips can never smile again,<br>but laugh they must, and evermore!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>— Lewis Piaget Shanks, Flowers of Evil (New York: Ives Washburn, 1931)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a></strong></div>

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