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Heres a virtual movie of the legendary French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867) reading his poem "Le Jet d'eau" (The Fountain)The superb reading is by Pierre VialaCharles Baudelaire was a 19th century French poet, translator, and literary and art critic whose reputation rests primarily on Les Fleurs du mal; (1857;The Flowers of Evil) which was perhaps the most important and influential poetry collection published in Europe in the 19th century. Similarly, his Petits poèmes en prose (1868; "Little Prose Poems") was the most successful and innovative early experiment in prose poetry of the time.Known for his highly contraversial, and often dark poetry, as well as his translation of the tales of Edgar Allan Poe, Baudelaire's life was filled with drama and strife, from financial disaster to being prosecuted for obscenity and blasphemy. Long after his death many look upon his name as representing depravity and vice: Others see him as being the poet of modern civilization, seeming to speak directly to the 20th century.Kind RegardsJim ClarkAll rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2009The Fountain..........My poor mistress! your lovely eyesAre tired, leave them closed and keepFor long the nonchalant poseIn which pleasure surprised you.In the court the bubbling fountainThat's never silent night or daySweetly sustains the ecstasyInto which love plunged me tonight.The sheaf unfolds intoCountless flowersIn which joyful PhoebePuts her colors:It drops like a showerOf heavy tears.Thus your soul which is set ablazeBy the burning flash of pleasureSprings heavenward, fearless and swift,Toward the boundless, enchanted skies.And then it overflows, dyingIn a wave of languid sadnessThat by an invisible slopeDescends to the depths of my heart.The sheaf unfolds intoCountless flowersIn which joyful PhoebePuts her colors:It drops like a showerOf heavy tears.Oh you whom the night makes so fair,How sweet, bending over your breast,To listen to the endless plaintOf the sobbing of the fountains!Moon, singing water, blessed night,Trees that quiver round about us,Your innocent melancholyIs the mirror of my love.The sheaf unfolds intoCountless flowersIn which joyful PhoebePuts her colors:It drops like a showerOf heavy tears.— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Author: poetryanimations
Keywords: poem animation baudalaire rimbaud verlaine hugo voltaire Réversibilité le balcon L'Ennemi french poetry Poesie Les Fleurs Poem manley poe rossetti
Added: April 1, 2009