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    To a passer-by

    sébastien jimenez

    par sébastien jimenez

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    A lonely man tries to follow a young woman he just saw in a square...
    Inspired by the poem "A une passante" of the french poet Charles Baudelaire.

    To a Passer-By

    The street about me roared with a deafening sound.
    Tall, slender, in heavy mourning, majestic grief,
    A woman passed, with a glittering hand
    Raising, swinging the hem and flounces of her skirt;

    Agile and graceful, her leg was like a statue's.
    Tense as in a delirium, I drank
    From her eyes, pale sky where tempests germinate,
    The sweetness that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.

    A lightning flash... then night! Fleeting beauty
    By whose glance I was suddenly reborn,
    Will I see you no more before eternity?

    Elsewhere, far, far from here! too late! never perhaps!
    For I know not where you fled, you know not where I go,
    O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!

    Ch Baudelaire, 1857

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