Art and Poetry - Matisse and Baudelaire

The dearest was naked, and, knowing my heart,
She had only kept her sonorous jewels,
Whose rich paraphernalia made him look victorious
What do the slaves of the Moors have in their happy days?

When he throws out his lively and mocking noise while dancing,
This radiant world of metal and stone
Ravishes me in ecstasy, and I love in fury
Things where sound mixes with light.

So she lay down and let herself be loved,
And from the top of the couch she smiled with contentment
To my love deep and sweet as the sea,
Who climbed towards her as towards her cliff.

Eyes fixed on me, like a tamed tiger,
With a vague and dreamy air she tried poses,
And candor united with lechery
Gave a new charm to its metamorphoses;

And his arm and his leg, and his thigh and his loins,
Polished like oil, wavy like a swan,
Passed before my clairvoyant and serene eyes;
And her belly and her breasts, these clusters of my vine,

They came forward, more affectionate than the Angels of evil,
To disturb the rest where my soul was placed,
And to disturb her from the crystal rock
Where, calm and solitary, she had sat.

I thought I saw united by a new design
The hips of Antiope to the bust of a beardless man,
His size made his pelvis stand out so much.
On this tawny and brown complexion, the shadow was superb!

And the lamp having resigned itself to die,
As the hearth alone illuminated the room,
Every time he let out a flamboyant sigh,
He flooded that amber-colored skin with blood!

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