18. April 2005 · Comments Off · Categories: Announcements, imported

… it is, after all, National Poetry Month!

CORRESPONDENCES

Nature is a temple in which living pillars
Sometimes emit confused words; 
Man crosses it through forests of symbols 

That observe him with familiar glances. 

Like long echoes that mingle in the distance 
In a profound tenebrous unity, 
Vast as the night and vast as light, 
Perfumes, sounds, and colors respond to one another. 

Some perfumes are as fresh as the flesh of  children,
Sweet as the sound of oboes, green as pastures
— And others corrupt, rich, and triumphant, 

Having the expanse of things infinite, 
Such as amber, musk, benzoin, and incense, 
That sing of  the flight of spirit and the senses.

-Baudelaire

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