MAN AND SEA~🐋~
Charles Baudelaire
Man, a free man, always loves the sea
and in its endlessly unrolling surge
will contemplate his soul as in a glass
where gulfs as bitter gape within his mind.
Into this image of himself he dives,
his arms and eyes wide open and his heart
sometimes diverted from its own dead march
by the tides of that untamable complaint.
How grim their combat, and yet how discreet
-who has sounded to its depths the human heart?
and who has plucked its riches from the sea?
-so jealously they guard their secrets, both!
Countless the ages past and still to come
in which they wage their unrelenting war
for sheer delight in carnage and in death,
implacable brothers and eternal foes.
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