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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moesta et Errabunda (Grieving and Wandering)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dis-moi ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe,<br>Loin du noir océan de l'immonde cité<br>Vers un autre océan où la splendeur éclate,<br>Bleu, clair, profond, ainsi que la virginité?<br>Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">La mer la vaste mer, console nos labeurs!<br>Quel démon a doté la mer, rauque chanteuse<br>Qu'accompagne l'immense orgue des vents grondeurs,<br>De cette fonction sublime de berceuse?<br>La mer, la vaste mer, console nos labeurs!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Emporte-moi wagon! enlève-moi, frégate!<br>Loin! loin! ici la boue est faite de nos pleurs!<br>— Est-il vrai que parfois le triste coeur d'Agathe<br>Dise: Loin des remords, des crimes, des douleurs,<br>Emporte-moi, wagon, enlève-moi, frégate?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Comme vous êtes loin, paradis parfumé,<br>Où sous un clair azur tout n'est qu'amour et joie,<br>Où tout ce que l'on aime est digne d'être aimé,<br>Où dans la volupté pure le coeur se noie!<br>Comme vous êtes loin, paradis parfumé!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mais le vert paradis des amours enfantines,<br>Les courses, les chansons, les baisers, les bouquets,<br>Les violons vibrant derrière les collines,<br>Avec les brocs de vin, le soir, dans les bosquets,<br>— Mais le vert paradis des amours enfantines,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">L'innocent paradis, plein de plaisirs furtifs,<br>Est-il déjà plus loin que l'Inde et que la Chine?<br>Peut-on le rappeler avec des cris plaintifs,<br>Et l'animer encor d'une voix argentine,<br>L'innocent paradis plein de plaisirs furtifs?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grieving and Wandering</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tell me, does your heart sometimes fly away, Agatha, <br>Far from the black ocean of the filthy city, <br>Toward another ocean where splendor glitters, <br>Blue, clear, profound, as is virginity? <br>Tell me, does your heart sometimes fly away, Agatha?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sea, the boundless sea, consoles us for our toil!<br>What demon endowed the sea, that raucous singer,<br>Whose accompanist is the roaring wind,<br>With the sublime function of cradle-rocker?<br>The sea, the boundless sea, consoles us for our toil!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Take me away, carriage! Carry me off, frigate! <br>Far, far away! Here the mud is made with our tears!<br>— Is it true that sometimes the sad heart of Agatha <br>Says: Far from crimes, from remorse, from sorrow, <br>Take me away, carriage, carry me off, frigate?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How far away you are, O perfumed Paradise,<br>Where under clear blue sky there's only love and joy,<br>Where all that one loves is worthy of love,<br>Where the heart is drowned in sheer enjoyment!<br>How far away you are, O perfumed Paradise!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the green Paradise of childhood loves<br>The outings, the singing, the kisses, the bouquets,<br>The violins vibrating behind the hills,<br>And the evenings in the woods, with jugs of wine<br>— But the green Paradise of childhood loves,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That sinless Paradise, full of furtive pleasures, <br>Is it farther off now than India and China? <br>Can one call it back with plaintive cries, <br>And animate it still with a silvery voice, <br>That sinless Paradise full of furtive pleasures?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" 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=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moesta et Errabunda </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Agatha, does your heart rise up and fly, <br>Far from the city's black and sordid sea <br>Towards a sea that's blue as any sky, <br>And clear and deep as pure virginity? <br>Agatha, does your heart rise up and fly?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sea, the mighty sea, consoles our labour. <br>What demon taught the sea with raucous verse <br>To choir the organ which the winds belabour <br>And lullaby our sorrows like a nurse? <br>The sea, the mighty sea, consoles our labour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Train, bear me; take me, ship, to other climes! <br>Far, far! For here the mud is made of tears.<br>— Does Agatha's sad heart not say, at times, <br>'Far from remorses, sorrows, crimes, and fears, <br>Train, bear me; take me, ship, to other climes'?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How distant is that perfumed paradise! <br>Where all is joy and love with azure crowned, <br>Where all one loves is truly worth the price, <br>And hearts in pure voluptuousness are drowned. <br>How distant is that perfumed paradise!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the green paradise of childish love,<br>Of races, songs, and kisses, and bouquets,<br>Of fiddles shrilling in the hills above,<br>And jars of wine, and woods, and dying rays — <br>But the green paradise of childish love,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">innocent paradise of furtive joys, <br>Is it far off as India or Hong Kong? <br>Could it be conjured by a plaintive voice <br>Or animated by a silver song — <br>That far off paradise of furtive joys?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" 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=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moesta Et Errabunda</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Agatha, tell me, thy heart — does it sometimes fly away, <br>Far from the vast dark ocean of the mournful town, <br>Toward one still vaster, mirroring the blue, blue day, <br>Mindless and deep: a flood wherein all sorrows drown? <br>Agatha, tell me, thy heart — does it sometimes fly away?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sea, the enormous sea has rest for our desires: <br>By what demoniac irony can that fierce thing, <br>That raucous howler to the winds' untuneful choirs, <br>Assuage our deepest woe with its wild clarnouring? <br>The sea, the enormous sea has rest for our desires.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Carry me off, loud trains! Abstract me, silent ships,<br>Far, far! Here even the earth is miry with our tears!<br>Is it not true that sometimes Agatha's sweet lips<br>Murmur: 'Far from regrets, from griefs, from cruel fears,<br>Carry me off, loud trains! Abstract me, silent ships!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How far, how far away, that paradise above,<br>Wbere all our ills supposedly are put to rest,<br>Where everything we love is worthy of our love,<br>And the unburdened heart lies weightless in the breast<br>How far, how far away, that paradise above!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the green, earthly paradise of childhood, even,<br>The songs, the furtive kisses, the dances, the bouquets,<br>The picnics on the hillside — that unpretentious heaven<br>Of summer twilights where a distant music plays:<br>But the green, earthly paradise of childhood, even,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Where all our cares are mended in small secret joys — <br>Is it already farther than Shanghai or Ceylon? <br>Or has the heart some kingdom no suffering destroys, <br>Where those young voices laugh, where those old tunes play on <br>Where all our cares are mended in small secret joys?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" 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=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moesta et errabunda</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">say, Agatha, dost thou in dreams delight<br>— far, far from Paris, black and miry sea —<br>to rove where other oceans burst in light,<br>blue, deep, and crystal-clear as chastity?<br>say, Agatha, dost thou in dreams delight?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the vast, vast ocean is our comforter!<br>what demon gave the hoarse resounding sea<br>— and the gruff winds' great organ made for her —<br>that siren voice to soothe our misery?<br>the vast, vast ocean is our comforter!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">bear me away, swift car and frigate smart!<br>afar! — afar! this mire is made of tears!<br>— Agatha, truly does thy mournful heart<br>cry out: afar from sin, remorse and fears,<br>bear me away, swift car and frigate smart!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">how far from us that fragrant Eden lies,<br>where all is azure clear and love and joy,<br>where all we loved was worthy in love's eyes,<br>where hearts were drowned in bliss without alloy!<br>how far from us that fragrant Eden lies!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">but the green Eden of our earliest loves<br>— songs, roses, races, with a kiss to win,<br>the jugs of wine at dusk in shadowy groves<br>where died, afar, a quivering violin,<br>— but the green Eden of our earliest loves,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">our Eden of pure tremulous joy and bliss<br>— is it now farther than the Asian shore?<br>can tears or cries recall each magic kiss,<br>or prayers or silvery words some eve restore<br>our Eden of pure tremulous joy and bliss?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>— Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks</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>