Mallarmé - Le Tombeau de Charles Baudelaire | The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire
Mallarmé - Le Tombeau de Charles Baudelaire | The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire stories
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I just got the Oxford World's Classics bilingual edition of Mallarmé's collected poems and other verse. This is my first meeting with Mallarmé, and since I'm a novice when it comes to French language and poetry, I turned to a familiar face - and read his homage to Charles Baudelaire.
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Mallarmé - Le Tombeau de Charles Baudelaire | The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

by de_Silentio

I just got the Oxford World's Classics bilingual edition of Mallarmé's collected poems and other verse.

This is my first meeting with Mallarmé, and since I'm a novice when it comes to French language and poetry, I turned to a familiar face - and read his homage to Charles Baudelaire.

Le Tombeau de Charles Baudelaire

Le temple enseveli divulgue par la bouche

Sépulcrale d'égout bavant boure et rubis

Abominablement quelque idole Anubis

Tout le museau falmbé comme un aboi farouche

Ou que le gaz récent torde la mèche louche

Essuyeuse on le sait des opprobres subis

Il allume hagard un immortel pubis

Dont le vol selon le réverbère découche

Quel feuillage séché dans les cités sans soir

Votif pourra bénir comme elle rasseoir

Contre le marbre vainement de Baudelaire

Au voile qui la ceint absente avec frissons

Celle son Ombre même un poison tutélaire

Toujours à respirer si nous en périssons

Here's a [link](http://www.litteratureaudio.com/livre-audio-gratuit-mp3/mallarme-stephane-le-tombeau-de-charles-baudelaire-poeme.html) to a reading of the poem.

In English (translated by E.H. and A.M. Blackmore):

The buried shrine disgorges through its foul

sepulchral sewer-mouth slobbering sod

and ruby vilely some Anubis-god

its muzzle blazing like a savage howl

or when new gas wrings the wicks that erase

shiftily insults suffered (as we know)

it lights eternal loins with a wild glow

whose flight beds out according to its rays

What foliage dried in any nightless town

could consecrate as she can do and sit

against the marble of Baudelaire in vain,

departed from the veils that form her gown

with shimmers--she, his Shade, a guardian bane

to breathe forever though we die of it.

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