Combien faut-il de fois secouer mes grelots Et baiser ton front bas, morne caricature? Pour piquer dans le but, de mystique nature, Combien, ô mon carquois, perdre de javelots?
Nous userons notre âme en de subtils complots, Et nous démolirons mainte lourde armature, Avant de contempler la grande Créature Dont l'infernal désir nous remplit de sanglots!
Il en est qui jamais n'ont connu leur Idole, Et ces sculpteurs damnés et marqués d'un affront, Qui vont se martelant la poitrine et le front,
N'ont qu'un espoir, étrange et sombre Capitole! C'est que la Mort, planant comme un soleil nouveau, Fera s'épanouir les fleurs de leur cerveau!
— Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleus du Mal
The Death of Artists
How often must I shake my bells, and kiss Your brow, sad Travesty? How many a dart, My quiver, shoot at Nature's mystic heart Before I hit the target that I miss?
We'll still consume our souls in subtle schemes, Demolishing tough harness, long before We see the giant Creature of our dreams Whom all the world is weeping to adore.
Some never knew their Idol, though they prayed: And these doomed sculptors, with an insult branded, Hammer your brows and bosom, heavy-handed,
In the one hope, O Capitol of shade! That Death like some new sun should rise and give Warmth to their wasted flowers, and make them live.
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
Elle est tres belle! I only have one problem with this, and that is it is so one-hued that when I look at it for a long time, I start losing details in the lack of contrast. Other than that, the pose is lovely, the dress is simply stunning, and the background toile pattern of the wallpaper is gorgeous!
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"I'm proud minion of Zee Captain"
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be will be
The future is 'his' to forge
Que Sera Sera
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