Tuesday 28 February 2012

Une Invitation au Voyage
Merisi's Postcards from Venice


Think, would it not be
Sweet to live with me
All alone, my child, my love?

See, their voyage past,
To their moorings fast,
On the still canals asleep

We should have a room
Never out of bloom:
Tables polished by the palm
Of the vanished hours
Should reflect rare flowers
In that amber-scented calm;
Ceilings richly wrought,
Mirrors deep as thought,
Walls with eastern splendor hung,
All should speak apart
To the homesick heart
In its own dear native tongue.
There, restraint and order bless
Luxury and voluptuousness.

Quoted from the poem "L'invitation au voyage"
by Charles Baudelaire, translation by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Click for the complete poem @ Poetry Dispatch!
Photographed in Venice, February 2012
Images © by Merisi

8 comments:

  1. While the water is calming and soothes the soul the lady scares hell out of me!
    hugs,
    Sandi

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  2. LOVE your boats and water pics
    but find these masqued Venetians terrifying.
    I will not go home wiht them under any circumstances so put away that candy..now if it was gelato..

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  3. Sandi McBride,
    interesting, I found the lady mysterious and intriguing, but not threatening at all!

    Paris Breakfasts,
    I wonder where you are hiding when Halloween rolls around! ;-)

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  4. Merisi, Mamon is thinking the scary lady really is lovely but has to many mysteries to bring home with a house full of feline mysterium! I like her. Quite a lot actually...
    Caroline
    from
    One Cat Shy of Crazy

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  5. Words and images once again in sync. The poem and photos are both lovely. Have a wonderful day. Blessings...Mary

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  6. Emily de Dickens28 February, 2012

    Has Spring sprung?
    Are the daffs so young?
    Grasses green have yet to sing
    Their song of joy,
    That so annoy...

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  7. Beautiful photos and the poem is lovely with your images. I had a bird once that I named Baudelaire but he ended up being callded "Baudie." Just too long and didn't exactly roll of the tongue.

    (And no I am really only driving to the chiropractor! ;)

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  8. Beaudelaire and his poem to dream about Venezia, it' marvellous!!!
    Good night !

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