MieL'ting Pot
The MieL'ting Pot is nothing like a big thing. It's just a pot with delicious honey. Difficult to catch, but beautiful to see flowing and melting and shining behind the sun.
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Remi Lefevre
Luftballons in the dark
My opening eyes, as red as coal,
The horror of my lodging met.
I felt re-entering my soul
The knife of cares and vain regret.
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The clock with brutal accent played
Funereal chimes. The time was noon
And heaven covered, with its shade,
The world, this fatuous balloon!
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— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
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