"POISON Wine knows how to clothe the most sordid hovel/ in miraculous luxury/ and raises fabulous porticoes/ in the gold of its red vapor,/ like a sunset in a cloudy sky.../ Opium magnifies things that already have no limit,/ lengthens the infinite,/ deepens time, digs into voluptuousness/ and fills the soul beyond its capacity/ with black and gloomy pleasures./ But all this is not worth the poison that flows/ from your eyes, from your green eyes,/ lakes in which my soul trembles, mirrored upside down.../ My dreams rush/ to quench their thirst in those bitter abysses/ All this is not worth the terrible prodigy of your biting saliva,/ which plunges my soul without remorse into oblivion,/ and carrying vertigo,/ rolls it extinct to the shores of death! (from The Flowers of Evil)"
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