This poem is taken from PN Review 278, Volume 50 Number 6, July - August 2024.
La Géante
from the sonnet of Baudelaire
In the dim forgotten age when Mother Nature,
Brimming with a potent verve,
Was every day conceiving prodigies,
I would have liked
to pass my days
Close to a giantess,
still in her youth:
To lie with her, like some voluptuous cat
...
In the dim forgotten age when Mother Nature,
Brimming with a potent verve,
Was every day conceiving prodigies,
I would have liked
to pass my days
Close to a giantess,
still in her youth:
To lie with her, like some voluptuous cat
...
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