Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

With her clothes undulating into a thousand colors,

Even when sh walks you would think she was dancing,
Even when she walks you would think she was dancing,
Even when she walks you would think she was dancing,
Or think of those tall serpents the holy jugglers
Or think of those tall serpents the holy jugglers
Weave into ecstasies at the ends of their wands.
Weave into ecstasies at the ends of their wands.
Like Algeria, like the flat blue over it, —Charles Baudelaire, translated by George Starbuck
Like Algeria, like the flat blue over it,
—Charles Baudelaire, translated by George Starbuck

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One response to “With her clothes undulating into a thousand colors,”

  1. and she WAS dancing last night, wasn’t she?! and you caught her in the south and west at the same time!

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