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Слушать(AI)Even When She Walks
Even when she walks she seems to dance!
Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes obedient to the rhythm of the wands by which a fakir wakens them to grace.
Like both the desert and the desert sky insensible to human suffering, and like the ocean’s endless labyrinth she shows her body with indifference.
Precious minerals are her polished eyes, and in her strange symbolic natureangel and sphinx unite,where diamonds, gold, and steel dissolve into one light,shining forever, useless as a star, the sterile woman’s icy majesty.
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire (9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and one o
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