Cats by Charles Baudelaire
Fevered
lovers and austere thinkers
Love equally, in their ripe season
Cats powerful
and gentle, pride of the house
Like them they feel the cold, like them are
sedentary
Friends
of science and sensuality
They seek the silence and the horror of the shadows
Erebus had taken them for its funeral coursers
Could they to servitude incline
their pride.
Dreaming,
they take on noble postures
Great sphinxes stretched out in the depths of
emptiness
Seeming to fall asleep into an endless dream.
Their
fertile loins are full of magic sparks
And nuggets of gold like fine sand
Vaguely bestar their mystic pupils.
資料引用自
http://www.shanegarton.com/Capra_7_Art_Studio/Htmls/homages_htmls/baudelaire/2.html
其他參考
http://www.jacquielawson.com/cards_cat.asp
[作者於 2009/10/14 13:39:49 修改本文]
