Deeblog

A poem by this French master ("Perfume").  You can read the original here.

O reader have you ever breathed,                 
With drunkenness and greed's faiblesse,         
The incense from a church recess,              
Sachets of chronic musk unsheathed?

O deepest magic charm's sweet thrall               
In present or in past restored!     
As lovers place on their adored
Mnemonic petals of their fall.

From such elastic heavy hair,          
Alive, the alcove censer bright,           
A savage tawny scent emerged;

In vestments, muslin, velvet wear,  
Embalmed of purest youth's delight  
A fur's perfume was once submerged.