The buried temple through the sewer's dark <br />Sepulchral mouth that drools out mud and rubies <br />Reveals abominably some god Anubis <br />His whole snout blazing with a savage bark <br />Or should the new gas twist the filthy wick <br />Assuager so well known of shame long brooded <br /> <br />It kindles haggard an immortal pubis <br />Whose flight along the street lamps loiters awake <br /> <br />What dried leaves in the towns without the prayer <br />Of night can bless as it again must cling <br />In vain against the marble of Baudelaire <br /> <br />In veils that wreathe its absence with shimmering <br />His own Shade this a guardian poison still <br />To breathe in always even though it kill. <br /> <br /> <br />Translation by Herbert Creekmore<br /><br />Randy Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tomb-of-charles-baudelaire/
