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Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
This puts me in mind of a Poll: Post the full text or best fragment of your favorite poem.
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From Charles Baudelaire's "Harmonie du Soir":
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Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige....
(The sun drowns in its own congealing blood.)
The rest of the poem is great, too, but I'm not up to translating it on the fly.
