LUXURY, CALM AND VOLUPTUOUSNESS

 

There is the smell of hay there,

Traces of mud collected

Of your tangled hair,

Memories of caressing care

With overflowing mysterious ointments

On our hands.

You then came back from the meadow ...  

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"There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and voluptuousness."

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Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (1857)

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