This is the sanctuary
where the prettified young lady,
calm, and always ready,
fans her breasts, aglow,
elbow on the pillow,
hears the fountains flow:
its the room of Dorothea.
- The breeze and water distantly
sing their song, mingled here
with sobs to soothe the spoiled childs fear.
From tip to toe, most thoroughly,
her delicate surfaces appear,
oiled with sweet perfumery.
- the flowers nearby swoon gracefully.
Far Away from Here
written byCharles Baudelaire
© Charles Baudelaire