A flirtatious woman’s singular gaze <br />as she slithers towards you, like the white rays <br />the vibrant moon throws on the trembling sea <br />where she wishes to bathe her casual beauty, <br />the last heap of chips in the gambler’s grasp, <br />skinny Adeline’s licentious kiss, <br />a fragment of music’s unnerving caress, <br />resembling a distant human gasp, <br />none of these equal, O profound bottle, <br />the powerful balm of your fecund vessel, <br />kept for the pious poet’s thirsting heart: <br />you pour out youth, and hope, and life, <br />and the deepest poverty’s treasure – pride, <br />filling us with triumph, and the Gods’ divine art!<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-solitary-s-wine/
