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Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un t n breux orage	A
Travers et l par de brillants soleils	B
Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage	A
Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils	B
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Voil que j'ai touch l'automne des id es	B
Et qu'il faut employer la pelle et les r teaux	B
Pour rassembler neuf les terres inond es	B
O l'eau creuse des trous grands comme des tombeaux	B
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Et qui sait si les fleurs nouvelles que je r ve	C
Trouveront dans ce sol lav comme une gr ve	C
Le mystique aliment qui ferait leur vigueur	D
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douleur douleur Le Temps mange la vie	E
Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous ronge le coeur	D
Du sang que nous perdons cro t et se fortifie	E
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The Enemy	C
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My youth has been nothing but a tenebrous storm	F
Pierced now and then by rays of brilliant sunshine	G
Thunder and rain have wrought so much havoc	H
That very few ripe fruits remain in my garden	I
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I have already reached the autumn of the mind	J
And I must set to work with the spade and the rake	K
To gather back the inundated soil	L
In which the rain digs holes as big as graves	B
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And who knows whether the new flowers I dream of	E
Will find in this earth washed bare like the strand	M
The mystic aliment that would give them vigor	D
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Alas Alas Time eats away our lives	B
And the hidden Enemy who gnaws at our hearts	B
Grows by drawing strength from the blood we lose	B
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Translated by William Aggeler	D
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The Enemy	C
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My youth was but a tempest dark and savage	A
Through which at times a dazzling sun would shoot	N
The thunder and the rain have made such ravage	A
My garden is nigh bare of rosy fruit	N
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Now I have reached the Autumn of my thought	O
And spade and rake must toil the land to save	E
That fragments of my flooded fields be sought	O
From where the water sluices out a grave	E
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Who knows if the new flowers my dreams prefigure	D
In this washed soil should find as by a sluit	O
The mystic nourishment to give them vigour	D
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Time swallows up our life O ruthless rigour	D
And the dark foe that nibbles our heart's root	O
Grows on our blood the stronger and the bigger	D
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Translated by Roy Campbell	P
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The Ruined Garden	I
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My childhood was only a menacing shower	D
cut now and ten by hours of brilliant heat	O
All the top soil was killed by rain and sleet	O
my garden hardly bore a standing flower	D
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From now on my mind's autumn I must take	K
the field and dress my beds with spade and rake	K
and restore order to my flooded grounds	B
There the rain raised mountains like burial mounds	B
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I throw fresh seeds out Who knows what survives	B
What elements will give us life and food	O
This soil is irrigated by the tides	B
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Time and nature sluice away our lives	B
A virus eats the heart out of our sides	B
digs in and multiplies on our lost blood	O
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Translated by Robert Lowell	P
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The Enemy	C
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I think of my gone youth as of a stormy sky	E
Infrequently transpierced by a benignant sun	I
Tempest and hail have done their work and what have I	E
How many fruits in my torn garden scarcely one	I
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And now that I approach the autumn of my mind	O
And must reclaim once more the inundated earth	Q
Washed into stony trenches deep as graves I find	O
I wield the rake and hoe asking 'What is it worth '	-
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Who can assure me these new flowers for which I toil	L
Will find in the disturbed and reconstructed soil	L
That mystic aliment on which alone they thrive	E
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Oh anguish anguish Time eats up all things alive	E
And that unseen dark Enemy upon the spilled	O
Bright blood we could not spare battens and is fulfilled	O
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Translated by Edna St Vincent Millay	R
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L'Ennemi	C
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my youth was all a murky hurricane	S
not oft did the suns of splendour burst the gloom	C
so wild the lightning raged so fierce the rain	S
few crimson fruits my garden close illume	C
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now I have touched the autumn of the mind	O
I must repair and smooth the earth to save	E
my little seed plot torn and undermined	O
guttered and gaping like an open grave	E
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and will the flowers all my dreams implore	D
draw from this garden wasted like a shore	D
some rich mysterious power the storm imparts	B
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o grief o grief time eats away our lives	B
and the dark Enemy gnawing at our hearts	B
sucks from our blood the strength whereon he thrives	B
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Translated by Lewis Piaget Shanks	B
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The Enemy	C
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My youth was nothing but a black storm	C
Crossed now and then by brilliant suns	B
The thunder and the rain so ravage the shores	B
Nothing's left of the fruit my garden held once	B
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I should employ the rake and the plow	T
Having reached the autumn of ideas	B
To restore this inundated ground	O
Where the deep grooves of water form tombs in the lees	B
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And who knows if the new flowers you dreamed	O
Will find in a soil stripped and cleaned	O
The mystic nourishment that fortifies	B
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O Sorrow O Sorrow Time consumes Life	E
And the obscure enemy that gnaws at my heart	O
Uses the blood that I lose to play my part	O
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Translated by William A Sigler	D

Charles Baudelaire

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