One Of My Favorite Poems

Correspondences
by
Charles Baudelaire

Nature is a temple whose living colonnades
Breathe forth a mystic speech in fitful sighs
Man wanders among symbols in those glades
Where all things watch him with familiar eyes

Like dwindling echoes gathered far away
Into a deep and thronging unison
Huge as the night or as the light of day
All scents and sounds and colors meet as one.

Perfumes there are as sweet as the oboe's sound
Green as the prairies, fresh as a child's caress
And there are others, rich, corrupt, profound

And of an infinite pervasiveness,
Like myrrh, or musk, or amber, the excite
The ecstasies of sense, the soul's delight.

And here is the most beautiful....well, not anymore. But, he was loved.