The way her silky garments undulate
It seems she's dancing as she walks along,
Like serpents that the sacred charmers make
To move in rhythms of their waving wands.
Like desert sands and skies she is as well,
As unconcerned with human misery,
Like the long networks of the ocean's swells
Unfolding with insensibility.
Her polished eyes are made of charming stones,
And in her essence, where the natures mix
Of holy angel and the ancient sphinx,
Where all is lit with gold, steel, diamonds,
A useless star, it shines eternally,
The sterile woman's frigid majesty.
The Way Her Silky Garments Undulate
Charles Baudelaire
(1)
Poem topics: angel, ocean, star, woman, human, steel, long, ancient, gold, majesty, holy, essence, desert, eternally, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Way Her Silky Garments Undulate poem by Charles Baudelaire
Best Poems of Charles Baudelaire