Je me suis baigne dans le Poeme De la Mer... Devorant les azurs verts.

Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures, L'eau verte penetra ma coque de sapin.

J'ai vu le soleil bas, tache d'horreurs mystiques, Illuminant de longs figements violets, Pareils a des acteurs de drames tres-antiques.

Plus leger qu'un bouchon j'ai danse sur les flots.

Each strand of her hair Is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue Is always occupied By the milk of the sun

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray; I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing, And hear the wi…